You know he’s the second child when a conversation goes like this:
Me: what would you like to drink?
Him: a coke.
Me: a coke?
Him: no coke.
Me: no coke?
Him: no coke. I like-ah big ol’ coke, peas.
Me: you like-ah big ol’ coke?
Him: yes peas.
Me: you’re cute. give me some sugar.
Him: no mom, you give me some sugar.
Him: wait mom wait. where’s my coke?
And I give him a coke so I can get some sugar. And he holds the cup with one hand.
And I love him.
I apologize to his future wife right now for giving him whatever he wants.
I am sorry. But he is cute. And I can’t help it.