Ladies Man

We get friendly comments and adoring grins all the time about Noah. People ask how old he is and say how cute he is. They talk to him like he's a baby even. Often. More than is normal for most 4 yr. olds, I think, but I can't be sure cuz that little ladies man is the only 4 yr. old I've ever had. I think it has something to do with how short he is. People think he is 2 or 3. And honestly, short or not, he IS dang cute. Today, moments after a cashier buttered him up with greetings and stickers, Noah asked about this phenomenon. He said, "Why all da people always say I so cute?"

Noah attended a birthday party for a friend this past weekend. As we got ready to leave the house I let Noah pick which of two shirts he would like to wear. He pointed to the one with the monster eating his socks and thoughtfully said, "Ummm, I fink Katie will wike dat one."

As I got Noah dressed yesterday in his chapel uniform, Noah asked me, "Mrs. Cindy wike my pants?"

Noah has always, always loved having us smell his feet and then exaggeratingly act completely grossed out by it. We affectionately call this ritual "stinky feet." It's been a harmless role play ... until now. We got home from Noah's first soccer practice a couple nights ago. I set Noah up on the counter to remove his cleats and shin guards and my little ladies man lit up all of a sudden. There was a twinkle in his eye and toejam between his toes as he asked me, "Mommy, smell my feet!" I love the boy, so I smelled the feet. But this time, there was no exaggeration needed. Stinky feet, indeed.

Noah, Anna, and I were playing with a Little People set the other night. We set up the table and chair and positioned the Mommy and Daddy and Baby around it. As we started to pretend to eat, Noah interrupted with wide-eyed concern, "Wait! We forgot to pray!"

And let me not forget the most thoughtful gesture he makes ... calling me from where he sits on the potty, "Mommy, come see dis poo-poo! It giant snake!"