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I can’t get over the fact that he’s my height or just a few millimetres taller than me now. I’m actually really proud. He knows that. But I tell him that he ain’t taller than me till he’s taller than me when I’m wearing my heels. He knows his mum lives in heels.

I can see facial hair. Can I call it a moustache yet? I keep looking. My poor son must feel so uncomfortable with me. He knows that his mum can tease him and make him feel embarrassed but he also knows that he can speak to her about any uncomfortable sensitive topic and she would make him feel comfortable.

Anyway, I took this pic as his beauty spot and his facial hair has me mesmerised. Must be a mum thing.