He just turned seven and he just started wearing glasses. He was such a tiny baby, he scared us all just holding him but he's a tough one. We call him the class clown and we despaired of his ever being good. But he's a sweet, funny little boy and I can't remember what life was without him. We tell him he's our favorite grandson and he hasn't figured out that it's because he's the only one. But he loves coming to Grammy and Opa's house for sleepovers and he goes straight for the fridge when he gets here. I've never read a complete book to him, he would never sit still long enough and now he can read all by himself. He likes tools and cars and burping and annoying his big sister and he is very gentle with babies and once when he was very small he dialed 911 and the police came to our house. We love our little man.
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