Kurt looked at his son and thought, "How is this my child." He stood there staring at his screaming son, clad only in a diaper. He was covered in sticky juice dancing around to Pocoyo. He wondered when his life became this.
He turned to Blaine who was watching their son with a smile on his face. "How can you look so happy?" asked Kurt. Blaine just smiled and said, "Our son is a performer, I thought this would make you happy." Kurt just shook his head. He loved his son and wanted him to express himself, but he was only 3 and already could memorize every cartoon storyline. If he had Dora's plotline screamed in his face one more time he thought he might go nuts.
"Fine, then you get to give him a bath tonight." Kurt mused out loud. Blaine just laughed and said "Only if I get to splash around in there with him." It was like Kurt had two children; only one was slightly larger and knew how to go to the bathroom by himself.
Kurt looked back at his son and thought about how many more years he had to watch him grow up. What would he love, who would he love. What would he become? He realized how short his time was with him. He laughed out loud and startled his son, Alex. Alex then threw himself at Kurt and said "Da dance me". Kurt thought about his new Alexander McQueen shirt and Alex's sticky frame. Well his time was short, so he picked up his son and threw him up in the air. All while Blaine looked on with a fond smile on his face.