I met another older boy. Bruce is a big ol’ sweetie, and he is the newest member of a very special family.
I was a little forward. He calmly chewed on his Sophie Giraffe while I held his hand.
Bruce is only a few weeks older than I am, but he is so much bigger. Look how petite his mom is, too! She is going to have majorly defined arm muscles, if she doesn’t already.
Well, Bruce and I have basically everything in common. He wears cloth diapers, we are close in age, we have lovely hair, we like to drool, and I like his sweater. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.