why i’m in love with a two year old.

we were in the basement. i was at the computer. he was snooping around my desk for something to play with. he found a picture of me from back in the day. he pointed to it and said "fe" (which is, for some reason, what he calls me) and "fly" because there were butterflies on my hat.

when it was time to go upstairs he brought the picture with him.
he brought it in his room and stood it on his shelf.

there isn’t anything sweeter than that. really.