Once, when he was two or three, he asked me in earnest, “can I drive?”
Now he watches my right knee as we travel through town.
“Why does it move when you drive? What is your leg doing?”
I love the way he constantly looks under the hood of the world to find out how it runs. How his school has encouraged that.
At one point, keeping him from falling off the ledge (or driving there, apparently) was so important.
Every year since, it’s been more important to drop that habit and just let him do.
I’m not allowed to see what clothes he picks in the morning until he’s fully dressed. His style is better than anything the celebrities can afford.
He loves to have a job to do.
He loves to get things done.
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