“Boo!” he yells as enters the preschool classroom, smiling and usually late because he can never find his shoes. His classmates shout his name, laugh, start telling him what he is supposed to be doing. He runs straight to his spot at the table and gets to work.
“I’ll race you to the car!” he yells in the parking lot after school, oblivious to the fact that I am carrying his backpack, lunchbox, water bottle, coat, blue blankie and stuffed animal of the week. “I won!”
When I’m doing laundry, “I want to help!” And he climbs on top of the dryer, slam-dunking each piece of laundry I pull out from the washing machine into the dryer below.
“Can I have a playdate?”
“I love skiing! Can I play soccer? Baseball is my favorite!”
“Can we do it again?”
“This is awesome!”
This is a kid who finds joy in everything he does. What an amazing gift.
One thing. He also loves to make a little noise, bring down the house, all the while charming you with his enthusiasm and big grin. Could be trouble.