There is a little man who walks around with Cheerios stuck to his pants, sleeps with a car in each hand and drools on the top of his shirt. Sometimes I want to ask him how much he knows, but since he emphatically tells me stories in only a language he understands, it is a guessing game at this point.If I could I would ask him:
When you saw that sweet little grandma lady smiling and finger waving in your direction; did you think yup perfect timing to put on the show stopper to get me what I want?Do you realize when we share food your portion is about 5 times smaller than the portion I give myself?
Do you know that sometimes while your sleeping I sneak up to take a peak and I think about how much I love you?
If he knows that no matter how many floors he draws on, items he drops in the toilet or boogers he tries to wipe on my shirt; I love every moment spent together?
Do you know, little super hero when you lay your head on me, pat my back and sneak up to kiss my cheek that you have the super power to dissolve my heart into a million pieces?
His little foot taps to the beat, his little hands clap to the rhythm and each day I wonder what he will learn next.
