The kid is amazing. Dimple like a canyon. Smiling eyes. Hoarse, raspy voice that is somehow funny coming out of this tiny little guy, all of 27 pounds dripping wet--if that. And a mind like a Demon. Quick. Funny.
And pretty darn seductive. I have no doubt that when he is leading the world, he will have minions. Henchmen. Sidekicks. All to do his bidding.
How do I know?
We're at the circus yesterday--which of course he loved. And he was having a great time. And all of a sudden, in the midst of the noise and the commotion of a huge circus show, he slings his arm around my neck, like some high school senior getting ready to try to cop a feel on his date. And he leans in really close, and says in my ear, "You're beautiful, you know." EXACTLY like that.
Like WTF? Not like an average 2-year-old, with "I love you ,mommy." Or "I'm having a good time." But this swaggering kind of Frank Sinatra persona.
I fear when he runs the world. I really do.