So I look across the room and his eyes catch mine. His ears perk-up a little in anticipation of what might come next....a happy and eager smile on his little face. He is my little 'Prince' Dillan.If I could only be half of what he 'believes' I am...I would be quite a man indeed. His happiness and outgoing attitide actually raises my spirits...and he does this day-in and day-out...never complaining.
All he wants is my affection and my acceptance. Funny...all I want is the same from him. Dillan's daily routine is simple...In the 'wee hours' of the morning it involves stretching and "pretending" like he wants to get up out of bed...followed by a strong-snuggle into mama's arms for a few more hours...but when it is time to get up...get up!..."I cannot hold all the water I drank papa"..."I am not kidding!"
Once the 'fire' has been put out with the Dillan hose...it is now time to stretch some more...."wait!"..."I am hungry."..."feed me papa....feed me." Dillan must have a custom blend of canned meat with the dry....but why? (It's so he can come back in an hour or so and finish it off.)
"Oops.....papa? Papa?..."the food is pushing on my belly papa."...(another trip to the private area.)...."Wait!....check my behind papa!!...check my backside...whew!...ok."
Now it is time to make coffee..plan out the 'parents' day....and where is Dillan? (Well, where do you think?....he did his business...got his belly full...he's ready to go back to bed!)
Honestly, I cannot wait to do it again tomorrow...
