:: making funny faces at his Daddy. Except he has just the one face that he does repeatedly.
:: saying “we’ll do that later” about anything he doesn’t want to do. Me: “We need to trim your fingernails.” Him: “We’ll do that later.”
:: sitting in the grass, in the rain, eating a cheese sandwich. Because Daddy did.
:: getting into the Olympic spirit by practicing the long jump on the sofa.
:: adding wheels to all of his LEGO creations. Might be a house, might be a tree, but it’s got wheels. Usually three wheels.
:: snuggling in bed in the morning and reading stories.
:: failing to wander with me into any of the darker hallways at a castle we recently toured. In the gift shop, he saw a book with a picture of a dragon on the front and said “that’s what I was afraid of, dragons.” So we talked about how dragons are make believe and then drew a picture of a friendly dragon.
:: devouring a cup of hot chocolate, tipping the cup up so far it practically swallowed his face. It was that good.
:: asking me in the car the other day, “Are you happy?”
