I love my son so much that it's probably unhealthy. I'm borderline obsessed. While I rationally appreciate that he is not perfect - that I'm biased - that every mother feels the same - I still have an unshakeable hunch that he's the most amazing little man to have ever walked the earth. To me, he is gorgeous, gracious and gallant. To me, he is clever, creative and kind. To me, he is a pristine warrior soul brought to earth to rescue the rest of us from the tedium of our otherwise bleak and mundane existence. He is so amazing that I fear my words are insufficient to describe his eminence...
But holy shit, that kid sucks at hiding.
