He’s a big boy, but…
Having a son is so different from having a girl. I knew it was going to be, there’s a lot of worrying with both. But with my son, my worries are with him hurting himself. Trying to do tricks on his bike, he’s learning to use his skateboard, he wants to sign up for football. The football worries me the most, he’s a big, solid boy definitely not in need of any testosterone boosters so I’m sure he can handle himself out on the field. I don’t think I’m ready to see my little guy getting pushed down.




April 22nd, 2008 at 8:07 pm
Girl, you’re not kidding on this one! Mine are like night and day.
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