Some kind, neighborly person slowed to a stop, rolled down his window, and asked if we knew our baby was playing in the yard, close to the street.
This time it was a young guy, teenager maybe. It impressed me that he noticed a baby playing in the yard.
Unlike the first time and maybe the second, Mase was fully dressed today. Also, unlike the first time, this time I knew where he was.
I wonder how long people will refer to my baby as a baby? He will tell you he is not my baby, and he is not my big boy. He is my Mase.
11 months ago
2 comments:
Yeah and YOUR MASE is going to be picked up by DHS one day! ; )
With the title, I thought we were going to read about poop! =)
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