Posted by: mosblog | September 9, 2009

Becoming a Teenager

Noah: Mom, I want to gwow up cause I wants to be a teenager.

Me: I don’t want you to be a teenager. I want you to be my baby.

Noah: No, I wants to be a teenager so I tan be big, but my head won’t det any taller.

Me: Well, that’s okay because you have plenty of time to get big and I want you to just be my baby.

Noah: K, I be your baby.

PHEW!

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Responses

  1. That is precious! (and no teenagers yet)

  2. melting my heart!


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