I hope I always remember his sweaty little hand gripping my finger as he leads me around, his face/fingers/clothes always faintly smelling of ketchup, pickles and chocolate, and the way he stomps his feet and says, "ME ME ME ME ME ME ME," when he isn't getting what he wants. Oh, 18 months was awesome but 19 months is proving to be very awesome, too.
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