This boy is so thoughtful, when I got a sprain while walking and carrying him:
Martyn: You take a rest first Tito Jose. See, when you leave me who will take care of you?
Me: Why? Are you going to take care of me?
Martyn: Of course. Diba I will be a doctor?
Then I got teary eyed.
I know in time, he will grow taller than me, smell like a fish, or anything else, but he will always be the baby for me. You ask him, and he will say, "I'm not a baby anymore but for Tito Jose I still am".