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Went to a Thai restaurant tonight with the boop. He, of course, enchanted all the women working there with his usual antics and happy demeanor, and they brought him some ice cream as a reward for his cuteness. He’s eating his ice cream, scooping it up all by himself and getting most of it into his mouth. Then I ask him, hey, can Mama have some? He scoops up a spoonful and feeds it to me, and then does the one-for-you-one-for-me thing until it’s all gone. He just laughs every time I thank him for the treat. Then he tries to escape into the kitchen to cook up some Tom Kha Gai real quick.

You know, you can always tell the parents from the childless people when you’re in public. The parents smile indulgently when they see an active toddler running around, giggling with delight and rolling on the floor, and say hi to him or make cute faces whenever he passes by. The childless just look at him with vague, barely veiled distaste like he’s a small green malodorous alien running amok.

Anyway.

Then we come home and he’s in the tub having a good old bathy-splashy. I walk away for a minute, come back and wonder why it smells so good in the bathroom. Turns out he’s emptied the entire jar of my expensive organic lavender-sugar body scrub, and he’s all exfoliated and pretty, rosy-cheeked, olive-oil-slick and reeking of lavender to high heaven. I just sigh - what’s the point of getting mad? - and go on washing him up. It comes time to brush his longish curly/nappy mop, which can only be accomplished with lots of water, a ton of conditioner and a good helping of patience. My latest devious trick is letting him “brush” my hair before I brush his to reduce the complaints about the hair brushing. He decides my hair seems a little dry and dips the brush in the bathwater between strokes.

Feed me ice cream, brush my hair, snuggle with me all night and wake me up with a mischievous smile … who needs a boyfriend when you’ve got a boopa??

Now if I can just train him to massage my feet…

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