I tried to give him apple crisp (with ice cream) for breakfast last Sunday. He took one bite and wanted Cheerios.
He can't be mine.
He chows down on dad's tuna fish, shrimp, and salmon, and thinks frozen peas are the best lunch ever.
He can't be mine.
He runs into Nursery every week without a glance back, or a thought that someone might push him down, make a mean face, or leave him out.
He can't be mine.
He refuses to wear socks to bed but is happy to wear pajamas that don't match.
He can't be mine.
He can't be mine.
He chows down on dad's tuna fish, shrimp, and salmon, and thinks frozen peas are the best lunch ever.
He can't be mine.
He runs into Nursery every week without a glance back, or a thought that someone might push him down, make a mean face, or leave him out.
He can't be mine.
He refuses to wear socks to bed but is happy to wear pajamas that don't match.
He can't be mine.
But look at those smiley eyes, as Tim calls them,
He might be mine
