We snuggle in bed together most days reading books together. Sometimes he lets me finish them and other times he's taking them out of my hands and handing me a different one. Particular already about what is being read to him. I love it.
I also love that smile. And he knows I love it too because he uses it often on me. Especially when he's gotten into something he shouldn't have or done something wrong.
But can he really do any wrong? My sweet, smiling and snuggly little man. I love him.
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