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Out shopping. The cashier asked Dillan if he would like some Valentine's stickers. Uhhh.... yeah! He even remembered his manners and thanked her. (Tear). So we continued on with a few more errands with his strip of 8 stickers in tow. They were conversation heart stickers. He offered one to Leah, she admired it for 17 seconds and then pulled it off, crumbled it up and handed it to me. At one point I got preoccupied reading a few labels, calculating prices, and remembering recipes. When I finally came out of it, I looked over and found this:



I couldn't help myself but laugh out loud. His expression! He was so serious, I didn't want him to believe I was laughing at him, but he also wasn't behaving like he was trying to make me laugh. Camera came out, he posed like a pro, and we continued on. He was perfectly at ease, walking around and determined to be a good helper. I, on the other hand, not so calm. Maybe a little embarrassed. The sticker on the nose looked ridiculous and uncomfortable. I eyed the other customers closely to see what their reactions would be. He got a few laughs, some thumbs up, and one women christened him "Sticker Boy." I laughed as he strut his stuff around the store checking each sticker carefully to see that it was still in tact, including the one on his leg that he rolled up his pants for. Eventually my humiliation changed to pride. Yup, that's my boy!