Here's the thing. I can't change it. My kid is so funny, I spend at least 75% of my day laughing and smiling at him. He's funny. He's cute. He amuses me to no end. The fact that he has picked up the form of imitation and will cluck his tongue, make kiss noises, and copy a sigh only magnifies this fact. The fact that he and I could sit staring at each other for (no joke here) 10 minutes and sigh back and forth well, once again, there are no words.
It is what it is.
Edit: Let's change that to 65%. 75 seems to high. And although he's funny, I spend the other 35% (although today it felt much higher!), wondering why I have such a fussy, high maintenance crier on my hands.
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