When other mothers/friends say "You know your son is above-average cute, right?", I humbly demure. Nonetheless, it takes me aback and makes me proud.
The real truth is that the child likes to have his picture taken. I hope he never loses that lack of self-consciousness and begin to doubt how cute he is.
And, to no one's surprise, at 2:30 last morning I heard the pitter patter of little pajama'd feet across the floor and open my eyes to a smiling imp by my bed. I wondered how on earth Michael J. Fox got in my house.....
Of course not! It was my snickerdoodle in bear footie pajamas. So, I just reached over and pulled him in. Two snuggles later and we're all asleep. It may bother me later, but right now, we're just fine with that.