My boy.

This is my potato.  See those cheeks?  I am practically kissing them every two seconds of every day.  He usually always lets me.  He is two but told me the other day he was 37 and that I was 31.  I told him that was not possible.  And then I kissed him.  :)  He thinks he so big and does things big boys do.  You know, like toast his own ten pieces of bread.  He put honey and "pini" butter on them while I was in the shower and thought he was watching a movie.  He said, "TA-DA!"  And I cringed at the whopping mess I had to clean up.  But I love this little Tato and he makes me happy.  He's my sunshine.  My little punkin'.