My youngest hoodlum: He’s going to make me old before my time.
-He spent three weeks in the hospital when he was one: E. Coli.
-He knocked out a tooth shortly after that.
-He broke his arm when he was two.
-He climbed out of his crib before the broken arm; we heard the THUD from downstairs.
-He doesn’t understand why he can’t ride the Superman at Six Flags or the Zipper at Reunion.
-He can’t wait to play football because he wants to “tackle someone and hit the other players as hard as he can.”
-He never ceases his imaginary warfare-with loud, descriptive sound effects.
-He thinks the jetpacks for the Star Wars costumes in the Halloween costumes will really help him fly.
-He jumped on top of a basketball to “jump higher.” That didn’t work out quite like he thought.
-He shaved his chin last week.
-He tried to run away on Friday.
And that just barely, and I mean barely, scratches the surface. He’s five. We’ve got a long, long road ahead.