He’s going to walk soon. I just know it. He’s furniture surfing, a term which made me crack up when I first heard it. Next thing you know he’ll be kicking a soccer ball around a field and Granny will be yelling his name.
Or he’ll be an artist. I haven’t decided yet.
Either way he’s be my boy. My baby. Well my Grandbaby as Maggie likes to remind me. Seems like semantics to me.
I adore him so much.