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Can You Feel The Love Tonight? I Can.

My son has turned into quite the Casanova lately. He's kissing all the girls in the house. His cousin and sister aren't too sure what to make of it. When he first started this a couple weeks ago, they would freak out and tell him to stop. We've explained to them that the Monkey loves them and he's just now getting around to showing them.

The baby on the other hand, that girl loves when her cousin kisses her. She smiles and squeals, revels in the attention. This is the same pairing that never would have happened pre-tooth loss. He loves that little one so much. Hopefully she isn't his newest obsession. These obsessions of his can last anywhere from a couple months to a couple years. We have enough Spiderman merchandise to prove the latter of those time frames.

He declared in the store tonight that he wanted to marry me and really? how sweet is that? The customers that were nearby all awww'd and how sweet'd. Oh sure, they thought it was cute but I had to break it to him that it's illegal in all states and um yeah, Daddy wouldn't be too happy. Then I had to explain divorce. And bigamy.

It was an interesting shopping trip.

What's with spellcheck wanting to change Spiderman to Superman? Does it know something I don't? Is this coming soon to our house? I'm scared.


Steph said…
"The baby" what kind of nickname is that may I ask? ;)

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