He loves to sing.
He loves to dance.
He loves "choo choos" and airplanes.
He loves grilled cheese, blueberries, strawberries, rice ("wice!"), pancakes, cheesy scrambled eggs, cinnamon toast ("totes"), Cheerios ("o's"), animal crackers (and he gets them himself out of the pantry), dried mangoes, and "hot coco" - which is warmed milk with a small amount of chocolate instant breakfast in it.
He loves using a fork.
He loves wearing Daddy's clothes.
He loves giving the puppies a kiss and hug.
He loves saying "Awwwww" when he does it.
He loves to play with M when he gets home from work.
He loves wearing his boots.
He loves going to the park to play.
He loves Elmo.
He loves brushing his teeth.
He loves combing his hair.
He loves it when we take a tubby together.
He loves picking stories at bedtime.
He loves his stuffed Lightening McQueen.
It's honestly hard to think of anything that he doesn't like.
I love him.