Precious memories
There are moments in parenting that nothing can prepare you for.
The moment your eight year old son walks past you in the hallway swinging his hips, pouting his lips and throatily singing "Santa Baby" is one of them.
"Santa baby, so huuurry down the chimney tooooniiiight....."
Jen
2 comments:
i. love. that. kid!
You do realize that if he doesn't marry Amelia someday, my heart will break.
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