The little guy

Liam triumphantly toddles out of the kitchen, doing the crooked little run I lovingly refer to "like a drunken sailor," carrying a brand new 5 lb. bag of potatoes yelling "chicken! chicken!"

I smile.. "Those are potatoes, baby"

"No, Mama" smiles Liam

I say "potatoes"

Liam laughs "Noooo. Chicken!"

He runs away with his bag "Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!"

I can't really explain the "why".... but those are the moments that I love being a mom.

I love that curly headed little boy.