He is my baby. He is my little boy. He is my fit thrower, mess maker, and trouble causer. He is my angel, and my devil. He is my joy, and sometimes my pain. He makes me worry, but also make me carefree. He works with me and against me. He is my hugger and my biter. He is my love, an expression of love. He is a part of me, and a part of his daddy. He is my son. He is himself. He is our Stetson. He is my little boy.
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