I thought you all should know what a silly little boy I have. He makes me laugh with the "knock, knock" jokes he makes up. He makes my hair gray with his questions- "What's after nap? What's after breakfast? What's after school? What's after lunch? What's after nap? What's after snack?" (oh my word). He'll change his clothes in the middle of the afternoon when he sees what his daddy is wearing so that he can be just like him. He's cuddly and sweet and independant. He'll pick out his clothes in the morning, come out to show me and then say, "Mom, do I look cool?" and of course, with his camoflage-from-head-to-toe look, he really does. (For my sisters...say something about a certain someone that we all know and you'll be in serious trouble.) He'll want to be a big boy and watch a movie that's a little bit scary and then hide under the "magic blanket" when he knows something is going to happen- and tell his sister, "I'll protect you, Cate!" while under said blanket. He loves balls, snakes, danger and blocks, but will still once in awhile ask if he can have some lipgloss, please.