The boy is now a pre-teen.
I stand in awe at the power of hormones as this once smiling, delighted-in-the-world-around him, fat, eat anything, tow headed toddler turns into a sarcastic, slovenly man-child with the wit of Oscar Wild and Anthony Bourdain mixed together as a food critique.
He's hard to pin down so I haven't gotten to his interview yet but here's what I do know about he who inhabits the man cave below;
He has written over 22 chapters for the fictional writers site fanfiction.com.
He refuses to compete in a sport.
He likes hash browns from Denny's but not IHOP.
He likes orange, green and red, the brighter the better.
He is a weapons expert.
He has a world travel plan that requires an RV (Mexico) Flight (Greece) and a Train (Russia). But he would also like to visit Vietnam.
He is losing his interest in animals :( due to allergies we haven't been able to start treating yet.
He can dominate a new video game within a couple of months and prefers free-roam games.
He likes music from the 1930's.
He can mimic most accents but his Scottish accent is the best.
He has dance moves that he busts out when no one is watching.
He doesn't like scary, medical things and refused to watch House with me when we had a TV.
He can stay awake until 3:00 am and sleep until 1:00pm if I let him.
All he needs to live on is nachos.
I have a roller coaster buddy for life. Any time, any kind, anywhere. This boy rides.
He totally gets Monty Python and has watched several recordings on netflix, snuggled in the blankies, eating chips with me (BEST NIGHT EV-AR.)
He thinks he is too skinny and dorky looking but I'm happy to disagree....
I see the heart-breaker in his smile!
Happy Birthday, my Boo Boy, it is a pleasure to watch you grow and make fun of the world around you.