“How old is your child?” they ask sweetly.
Followed by silence and the look of disgust.
I heave a sigh and say “Fine, he’s one. Only one.”
Except he’s not.
Moo is 19 months old. He’s complex, crazy, wild, strong willed but oh so sweet. He’s the first one to offer up hugs or kisses, and he’s so cuddly.
While Mini is off at preschool, Moo and I are enjoying time alone to hang out, play, read stories and cuddle.
Happy 579 days Mr. Moo!