He was so stinking cute at age two I could do little else than nibble his cheeks.
At age three, when he read The Very Hungry Caterpillar to a caterpillar he found in the yard, he really melted my heart.
Now he's five, still a fan of body paint and a lover of the outdoors. He tells me he loves me a dozen times a day and has even offered to brush my teeth when I get old. No matter how old he gets, he will always be my baby boy. Happy birthday baby!