It seems like Daddy can’t wait for me to grow up so that he can carry me safely on his shoulders. He sometimes practices putting me on his shoulders and imagines carrying me around for the whole world to see is beautiful son. Personally, I don’t get what the big deal is about carrying me on his shoulders. I like it fine when he carries me in his arms. I humor him and let him have his fantasies. But I’d rather just be carried normal right now. I’m not as amused as he is.
