He sees me snapping photos of his kitchen-garage, walks up to smile at me. I see what he is thinking. These are mine! Look what I did! You can't touch these mummy!!
Driving cars is thirsty work, you know.
Later that day, he walks up the street. Straight up to a bearded, tattooed guy drinking coffee. He tries to crawl into his lap. The guy laughs ... "Well well! You're not scared, are ya mate!" I laugh and say no, he's not scared of anything.
I ask the man can I take a photo, he agrees.
If Rocco had a wallet, this is what it would look like -
absolutely!!
ReplyDeleteI adore this! And him! I wish I could mush his face!!!!
ReplyDeleteHilarious! Why do children feel the need to put things in order when they're his age? By the time they're 3, the farther their stuff is spread throughout the house, the better!
ReplyDeleteI love that he's not afraid of anyone or anything, but that means lots of work for you...
I need that wallet, too. Perhaps Rocco and I could each get one.
ReplyDeleteI love it. He's going to be fighting off all the girls.
ReplyDeleteSo funny. He's just a cutie.
ReplyDeleteOh you mae me laugh! I kind of wish you were tucking him in your pocket and bringing him to BlogHer with you. Him I want to meet.
ReplyDeleteLOL. That is awesome! He's going to own a garage of muscle cars, and have a beard and tattoos when he gets older. he will be the bad-ass, and little baby bad-asses will see him at shops and crawl into his lap, as they will recognize that bigger version of themselves...
ReplyDeleteMy older boy does the same thing with his cars. I love it. He won't, however, go anywhere near a stranger. I don't know how I feel about that. Makes me worry that he's going to suffer from the painful shyness that I did.
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