That awkward moment you realize you're one of them. One of those moms you swore you would never become. Who think their son's a genius for making the sound of a duck when he sees any winged animal. Who display a wrinkled paper heart with two red footprints in their (otherwise sophisticated) interior. Who make their toddler wear a cuter outfit for going to the supermarket, just in case they would bump into an undercover model agent.
I hope it's a phase, but I'm afraid it only gets worse. I have about a million photos of Mon waiting to be posted. So feel free to stop following me. You do risk to miss the next cycling champion's first bike ride though.
All pictures are taken by me, ridiculously cheering at the Botanical Garden in Mechelen.