More cuteness

I was playing on the floor with The Boy, making him "fly" on my legs. We've done that since he was wee. When my legs get tired now, I lie on the floor with my knees bent and he goes down the "Momma slide," landing headfirst on my stomach. It's as comfortable as it sounds. After one particularly forceful slide, he was flopped across my belly and legs and I marveled at the size of him. He's 42 pounds and more than half my height.

"Just think," I said, "you used to be in my belly. And now look at you."

"I'm GIANT!"

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This is how The Lad woke up this morning. 

This also is how he went to school. His hair would not go down.