Cullen is now two (pictures of his birthday to come once I pull them off my camera), and the one thing I love about this age is the things that come out of his mouth sometimes. Example:
Cullen walks out of the laundry room with my bra wrapped around his chest saying, "My boobies, my boobies". Then he drops it on the ground, looks at me and goes, "Where'd my boobies go?"
Lol, love him.