When Jack was little, like in Mother's Day Out kind of little, I would pinpoint the child in his class with the older siblings. The one with the potty-mouth. The 3-year-old potty mouth that talked about poo poo and burped all the time. I wanted to guard my innocent, sweet baby from hearing that kind of language or adapting to this terrible behavior.
I have one now. His name is Eli.
I can't even tell you how much I LOVE this little man. I'm crazy about him! He's sweet, happy, always singing, has a contagious smile and truly a joy to be around.
But he has two older brothers, and I've learned that's just the way it goes. Don't judge me. ;)
1 comment:
He's a cute potty mouth that is forsure! ;)
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