when i went to pick him up on wednesday the woman who is in the infant room in the afternoons said 'that Porter, he has a wise old soul. i just love looking at him because when he looks me in the eyes i feel like he's known me my whole life.'
my sweet boy has an old soul.
i'm not totally sure what that means, but when he looks at me i feel it too.
here he is no worse for wear, napping like a champ this morning.
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