Somehow, this sweet little innocent thing:
Turned into this giant, huge monster of a man-child:
He'll be as tall as me soon. He can wear his Aunt and Grandma's shoes. He's naughty, sarcastic, sassy, silly and I love that rotten stinking kid. Words can't express what you feel for your firstborn child. It's not more, it's not better, it's just different. Lova ya, kid.