He’s wondering when he can go out to the playground.
He’s wondering how he can open the door.
He’s wondering when those little chubby legs will let him do the walking.
He’s wondering when mama will pick him up.
He’s wondering when he will be able to put his hands into that sand box.
I’m wondering what he sees.
I’m wondering if I locked the door.
I’m wondering what he is thinking.
I’m wondering what he will dream of.
I’m wondering what kind of man he will become.
He is my boy.
He is my bugaboo.
He is my little guy.
He is my baby.
He is my love.
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