He puts this outfit on every morning. He can hear the i-cream truck a mile away. He makes dead men out of playdough. He calls lamps "lanterns" and the tv "twee-bee". He thinks scissors can open anything (doors, umbrellas, cartons of ice cream). He thinks anywhere away from home is called "New York". He only wears the Diego football undies if it's the one where he's wearing a helmet, the other ones aren't safe. He makes me put a band-aid on his ankle every night before bed. He thinks I smell like a wolf. He's one of a kind. He's all mine.