I am convinced I do not have a baby boy; I in fact have a little velociraptor.
Remember Velociraptors the freakishly intelligent dinosaurs in Jurassic park, really good at tracking their pray, opening doors and what not.
I came to the conclusion the other day when he was sitting on my lap that he in fact was not a baby boy but a little velociraptor; he was sitting in my lap holding his arms up like the dinosaurs do in the movie and giving me one of his death stares. While staring into my eyes he giggled and with the speed of a striking snake grabbed my thumb, shoved it in his mouth, bit down as hard as he could and then giggled again.
My clever little velociraptor tracks me with his eyes no matter where I go, chews on whatever body part he can get to, my neck, arm, leg, hands, fingers, nose, chin etc. etc.
He just stares at me, with these awesome murderous looks, I always wonder what is going on in his head, I often imagine he is planning my murder and how he intends to cook me.
When he stares into my eyes and stares me down, it often scares me as I wonder if he can read my soul.
Oh how I love him So!!!!!!!!!!