Who the hell is this?
Seriously, is this my child? I have no memory of having a tiny, angelic, sleeping baby. It must have happened, but now I only know him as a wild toddler who uses the potty and hits me when he’s mad and asks to draw with markers and talks about how nice he is. Sadly, in two years, I won’t remember this time and will only know him as a preschooler who does whatever four year olds do. *sniff*
