The ” man” that you used to be wasn’t much of a man at all. Even when you went around and dated girls and wore underwear you were still teetering on the edge of adult babyhood. Now here you are months after I took you under my wing and you’re coming along perfect as can be. You don’t try to talk with regular words and you haven’t pulled yourself up to walk in so long you don’t even need those weights Mommy put on your restraints. Look at you crawling around and babbling so adorably.