We headed to my in-laws this weekend for some quality beach & family time. The duckling + I took a little stroll down to the water, and I swear it felt like a glimpse into his teenage years.
The day my son stops holding my hand in public I will cry, smear red lipstick all over my face and break every single dinner plate I own into thousands of little bits on my kitchen floor. No big deal.
We were the only two humans on the beach and I still couldn't get him to look at me for a picture.
There's a fairly strict "no sweatpants in public" rule in our house. I mean, you have to draw the line somewhere, especially now that we live in New Jersey. But again, we were the only people on the beach, so let's just keep this between us.
"Mom, I'd love to hang out with you on the beach some more, but I don't want to. And there are people coming, so please go wait in the car."