My Son

Oh yeah, he’s definitely mine. Sitting on the chair after his afternoon bottle he grabbed for the remote. I passed it to him and rather than the initial response that every other object (such as fingers, books, spoons, passing cats) gets, ie putting it straight in his mouth, he flipped it over and began poking at the buttons.

I’m so proud.

One Response to “My Son”

  1. Aunty says:

    *LOL* Brilliant.

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