Micah was dancing Woody on the floor the other day, having quite the dialogue about who knows what. He was dressed as he is in this photo. As I walked by, I said, "Woody, what are you doing?" (Because it makes Micah laugh when I address Woody. He finds it highly amusing.) He didn't that day, though. Instead he looked at me like I grew a third eyeball on the tip of my nose, and he patted his chest in gravity.
How could I have missed it? He was Woody that night. Obviously.
And on a complete side note, I will miss the day that Micah stops dancing Woody on the hardwood. I will know that my baby is really and truly grown up, and I will mourn just a little bit.
3 comments:
Maybe he won't. He's Woody's best friend forever and Woody loves to be a boy's best friend. It's a win win deal.
Hmm. Mourning would be okay. Oh, and this is a GREAT picture.
Oh this is such a sweet picture, matched by a sweeter story! I haven't been around for a while and your baby is growing up:)
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