When a little one finds that he has pockets, and then puts them to use in every situation, it is nothing short of adorable. Little ole' Wyatt was introduced to them by his wise father, Noah.
And it's been love ever since.
Not only does he stroll the mean streets of Staten Island as casually as he can with hands dug deeply in, he also leisurely stuffs his adorably pudgy little digits in his jeans as he observes other kids at play.
Please don't grow up. Pretty please.
5 comments:
It seriously is the cutest discovery! Connor has recently discovered his pockets too. In fact, he will not let me put a jacket on him that doesn't have pockets!
I try to come up with ways every day to freeze time, and keep him little. Nothin' yet.
that is darling!
he's the cutest thing ever. ever! and you are the best writer. i love how you describe things. no wonder you were an english major
Big sigh...I love my Wyatt! When Scott and Conan were his age and discovered their pockets, I discovered rolly polly bugs in their pockets when I was checking them before I put their pants in the washer! Beware, boys will be boys.
You should ask Suzi for her poem about pockets. It's so cute! I love when they just stand around with their hands in their pockets, too.
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