He's 11 with an ancient, mysterious soul.
He adores coffee, Pickles and Pooch Cafe comics, stuffed dogs and frogs.
He still sits with his favorite companion Butterscotch (a stuffed cat) when he is relaxing but now leaves her behind when he goes to his Dads house.
He has begun referring to girls as "Hot" or "Sizzling hot"...but doesn't fully understand why he enjoys them "yet".
He loves to draw and has begun leaving cartoons he's sketched behind with crazy jokes that he belly laughs at.
I sketched one this morning for him in my note to him but will miss hearing his laughter as I am at work and he is home, sipping coffee and plotting to get more then one allotted cup outta Lord V.
He is sweetness that is as pure as the smattering of sun freckles sprinkled on his face.
Yesterday in my bid to convince him to get his hair trimmed I captured a picture of him on my iPhone so he could see where his bangs needed cutting.
He rolled his eyes teenage style and allowed me to take his picture.
I adore this picture.
It is so MiniWarrior.
7 years ago