I’m not the only one

I’m not the only one who thinks he’s brilliant.
My
sister
tells a cute little story about my boy. He’s so smart, it’s
scary. We’ve talked to enough people about his spelling and other
reading-like capabilities that we know he’s really reading now. The
scary part is, he’s really reading. He’s figured it out himself, mostly,
which is the scariest part. He’s the best.

He was so cute this morning. I should have taken a picture. He ran into
our room in his little running shorts wearing the funny blue cowboy hat
Jen got him and singing. He wasn’t wearing a shirt,
and he was just too cute for words.

More later on more stuff…

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