I knew it. From the moment you were born, I knew it. I knew you were to be my comic relief. I knew you would just have that certain demeanor about you. I knew I had softened after my first years as a Mama and you would get away with things your older siblings would not have. I knew it.
You never cease to amaze me. You never fail to make me wonder what exactly is going on in that little head of yours. You always get me with that smile. Always.
Ohhhhhhh Timothy. You sweet, mischievous boy! What am I to do with you?