Kent is wearing the inside of a helmet. He called it his crown and wore it for the entire day.
Kenters is turning from a toddler to a little boy. He crawled into bed with me this morning, kissed my cheek and said, "I lub you tweny nine mommy. You my bess fren."
He eats a pop-tart every morning for his pre-breakfast appetizer, and he his a rice milk drinking machine. Kent lives at my side. Whatever I do, he is there at my feet. Let me makes this clear...WHATEVER I DO! He is my shadow.
Today I asked him what he wanted to be when he was a big boy and he said, "Mom! You ask me this every time!" What does he get this stuff?
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He is a sweet little boy and someday you miss your "shadow"
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