My Squishy

He may be weird. He may be allergy ridden like that sniffly kid in 3rd grade. He may be goofy. He may be gooby, uncoordinated, and make sounds that no earth walking creature ought to. He may have excess sagging skin that can only be compared to a old woman who gravity has done her wrong, but he is squishy and he’s all mine. He shall (always) be my Squishy.

That squishy face is only half the reason I love my kid.
The other half is his ears.