Ang-Goo, Ang-Goo . . . . .

Something is terribly wrong with Ma-Mi lately. She has been trying to carry me like a baby (lying down) and tickling my chin saying "Ang-Goo, Ang-Goo". She says that she misses me when i was a baby. She keeps smelling me and asking me "Why no baby smell one?" Then, she'll put all sorts of funny lotion on me to make me smell like a baby.

To my dearest Ma-Mi,
Ben Ben is not a baby anymore. I am a big boy. I've grown up!! Here are photos to prove it.

Do you think Ma-Mi will understand??



Photo 1:
Day 1 of being a baby. Still in the hospital

Photo 2:
Learning to crawl. Step 1 from baby graduation. I know i'm still a baby, but much bigger than a baby now.

Photo 3:
Walking already. See Ma-Mi. Walking independently already.
Don't you agree I'm already a big boy?