Feeling sentimental

This afternoon I laid in the bed with Collin and read my book while he wound down for a nap. I guess his feet were sticking out from under the blanket a little bit and he began to whine that his feet were getting "too tall." He said, "Mommy I don't want to keep growing, I just want to be plain 'ol four."

Oh sweet Collin, my baby boy, if you only knew...