You are still wild, free and fearless. You love to climb trees, slide down poles and jump of high things, because “I’m batman, I can” or “spiderman won’t get hurt, its okay”.
You still love your cars and dinosaurs and boobie is still your favorite kind of meal BUT
You are not little anymore. I have watched my baby become less of a baby and more like a toddler, and then spent the last year watching my toddler, become less of a toddler and more like a beautiful little boy. You wake up in the mornings and greet me with a “good morning mommy” before you tease me with the wettest kiss you can give. You get out of bed yourself and go to the toilet like “a big boy” and then demand a marshmallow before breakfast. You are mischievous and think of little naughty shenanigans all day and if we give you just enough time, you might just even implement your little plans – just like the time you wanted to “paint” mommy with food coloring, decorated ouma’s threadmill with food coloring, poured ouma’s makeup into different little bowls, hid the keys and then said “ha ha ha got you”, filled mommy’s shoes with water and hide inside the cupboards to send us into a frenzy if we can’t find you. Just the other day you hid oupa’s bakkie’s keys and watched us look for it for hours. We asked you a trillion times if you might have had it and checked all of your usual hiding spots. You looked genuinely surprised when I told you that oupa’s bakkie keys are gone and we cant find it and when we finally reached breaking point, you jumped up and said “okay Ill go fetch it, fetched it, handed it over to us and carried on like nothing really happened, leaving us in pure shock.