Not A Baby But A Kid

When I call The Boy "my baby" he gets cross with me and says, "I'm not a baby, I'm a big boy!" And usually I fein inocence and say, "Oh sorry, of course you are," while rolling my eyes and admiring his baby-like cheek chub and doll-like eyes. As long as he's not next to The Little Boy he still looks like my baby; my baby but bigger.