My son, the flirt. There is one waitress - a young girl not much older than 15 - to whom he has given his heart. He watches intently as she makes breakfast for customers, standing in my lap as I sneak mouthfuls of coffee behind him. She turns and giggles at him, embarrassed and pleased to be the object of his concentration. T sucks his fingers, smiling and cooing...blowing raspberries at her through dribble and hands.
"He's so adorable!" she repeats, giving in to his attention with smiles. Yes...that's my Teddy...ever the distraction. Remember this time when you are older, little T - when you feel awkward with the opposite sex. Remember that you were born a flirt!