About All This Growing
Me: You are getting so big!
Mr. TOF: I know!
Me: Stop all this growing! That’s it! No more vegetables for you!
Mr. TOF: But I can’t stop. God made me to grow. He does it when I’m sleeping.
Me: But if you get too big, who is going to snuggle me? I will miss snuggles!
Mr. TOF: Mom, Rachel, really you don’t need to worry. Even if I get big enough to be a marching band guy, I can still sit next to you to snuggle. See?
In other news: He says that when he grows up he wants to be a Dad. I asked how many kids he’s going to have. He’s pretty set on the number 16. Hooray!
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