And So He Grows

Sometime in December...

Aidan Raphael was neglected on the floor.

What's that?  Yes, I did say you were neglected.

Oh, come now.  I still love you, baby.

(Too bad, Mama.  I'm crawling off to hire your replacement.)

Or maybe I'll fly.  Yeah.  I believe I can fly.  I believe I can touch the sky.

(Think about it every night and day.)

p.s. Ten points for you, Rebecca.  When I noticed this shirt of Aidan's was getting way too small, I looked at the tag.  NB.  A big newborn, to be sure, but still, newborn.