While we were at the Pressleys' tonite, Freddie was riding on his police motorcycle. He'd ride it for a few minutes - looking more at the siren on the back of his bike than at the concrete road in front of it - and then he'd get off the bike and run at me, sitting on the steps."Hi, Mama! Hi, Mama!" he'd beam. "I back! I back!"
I'd act exuberantly excited, cuckling and kissing him and giving him a sip of sweet tea, and then he'd say he had to take a trip and re-board the bike.
If he repeated this pattern once, he did it twelve times.
It was adorable - but not at all unusual for Freddie. He always likes to announce his arrival in a room - even if it's just the den, and he's just been in the playroom. "Hi, Mama!" He'll say, "I back!"
There's no possible way for this little guy to be any more precious than he already is.
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