Le Petit and I were cuddling on Friday morning when he announced something I couldn't understand.
"What's that, hon?"
I made him repeat himself twice. He said it with such authority it seemed important that I catch it, but I couldn't decipher it at first, perhaps because he unexpectedly said it in English.
"I'm big now."
I paused, took it in, and checked to see if it would bring tears to my eyes. It did.
He is getting big. I'm proud whenever he steps on the scale (just like Daddy!) and, still unable to read the numbers, shouts triumphantly "KI-LO!" But I hope he won't mind, because as far as I'm concerned, "le Petit" he'll stay.