As soon as he learned how, my little boy has been Mr. Smiley. He smiles and smiles and smiles. Sometimes he smiles in good cheer. Sometimes it is more of an evil grin.
He's full of mischief. He's terribly bad sometimes and my walls are covered in his art. But when he smiles at me and wants to "tuddle," my heart melts. I'm afraid for all his naughtiness he might just have me wrapped around his finger.
Happy birthday, boy!