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Be my baby

JG most days can't stand it when I call him, "baby". I can't help myself it is just habit, has been for five years and it is hard to stop, plus he really is my baby. Most days when I call him baby he informs me, "I'm a big boy mom. I'm not a baby."

Today we were leaving the house and I said, "Come on baby boy let's go. Oh, wait you're not my baby anymore. Let's go big boy."

I got out to the car and JG was still in the house. I went back in and he was standing in the laundry room with big crocodile tears running down his face.

"What's wrong? Are you OK?"

"Mommy, I will always be your baby. Don't say I not your baby anymore."

I picked him up, hugged him really, really hard and smiled a big smile because he still wants to be my baby boy.

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K~ said…
This reminds me so much of S. He is 5. He likes to be reminded of how big he is now. But then, he really likes to know he is the baby. Very touching. K~

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