My Baby Boy

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My baby is just a year and 8 months old. Having him, is just completed my life. He is a very wonderful son. Most of the time, he tries to be independent. Like when I want to feed him, he will ask for his rice bowl, his own set of spoon and fork and his cup. He will try to eat by himself though most of the time, the food will be scattered on the floor instead of going straight into his mouth. He doesn't like any toys except balls. He loves all kind of balls so much that my husband told me once, maybe our son is going to be a great Pele. He loves cartoons too but not Transformer or all the superheroes. He only loves cute little cartoons that looks as fat and chubby as him. The only other thing that he has at home is his mini bike. At first, when he knew how to ride it, I tried to teach him like putting his two feet on the paddle and ride the bike. But, every time I try to help, he will refuse it and tries very hard to ride it by himself. Once, I pulled the bike from behind and he hit my hands - didn't let me to help him move his mini bike. Two days ago, I called my husband to come and eat. My husband was in his closed computer room. So, I knocked the door while calling him, "Dear, come and eat!" Out of sudden, my son came and knocked the door too, while shouting this, "Dear, Dear....eat! Dear, Dear, eat!" My husband came out immediately after hearing that. Both of us laughed really hard at him and he told my son, "Sorry, I am not your Dear, boy!"