My big boy and his new cup

Ryan is a big boy, just ask him. Call him your little peanut and he’ll correct you with, “No, I’m a BIG peanut!” The other day I told him he couldn’t get any bigger, he had to stay my little boy and he replied, “but mom, I AM getting bigger!” He’s too smart for me.

This gets us into trouble sometimes. He thinks he’s big enough to drive the car… to walk in the street alone… to cook his mac & cheese on the stove… and to drink out of mommy’s and daddy’s nice

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