This little man's mama warned me that he was serious.
Like serious with a capital "S". That's ok, I said, we'll try and get at least one smile.
Things that made him smile?
His ball.
The teeter totter.
And my son, the 10 year old, playing peek-a-boo with him in the red tunnel.
Maybe it was the fact that they both shared the same name,
or that they both share those big, blue, wide-set eyes and to-die-for lips,
or that my Z once had those wispy curls too...
Whatever it was, being around this little guy this morning brought back memories--made me want to go pull out the old pre-digital photo storage boxes and find my little blue-eyed boy.
I know he's in there somewhere.
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