this boy never sits still. he climbs on windows and table tops. he draws on every which surface but paper. he pinches his sister, hits her, too. he stamps on the dog's tail, sometimes bites it, too. he throws a mean tantrum, almost always on the road. he can live on milk and kurkure and that's where all the problem starts.
he goes to school, but only for the yellow school bus ride. he refuses to hold a pencil. he throws away his crayons. he can count to ten, but holds his leap pad upside down. he hits his peers but purrs in front of his teacher.
he gobbles up his chocolates refusing to wash his hands or face or even wet-wipe. but, he has the sweetest smile, earnest eyes and the simplest of attitudes. he forgets you were angry at him a minute ago and like the dog wagging his tail, he'll be back for sure. my little boy.