14 months.

But he thinks he is a college student. He stays up late. Sleeps in late. Snacks constantly. Plays all day. Laughs a lot. Stays in his pajamas until lunchtime. Drinks too much (milk). No responsibilities. Not a care in the world. That's my P. He has a nice life. And he makes my life pretty nice, too. Fourteen months going on twenty-one years. He's already drinking from a straw! What's next? Dating?


Time keeps on slippin'. I better soak it all in before he's all grown up.