He can put the shapes into the correct holes of his shape-sorter.
He can point to different animals in his books when asked, "Where's the....?".
He can bring us all to tears with laughter as he makes loud farting noises with his mouth against my belly.
He can identify his body parts: nose, ears, eyes, mouth, teeth, hair, toes, fingers, and yes, his penis.
He can climb up and down from the couch, our bed, the stairs.
He can clearly communicate when he wants something, what he wants and when he has had enough.
He can melt my heart and bring me to moments of awe daily.
He is all boy.
I am all his.
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