A Boy and his....

Hello again. I know it's a odd event to have back to back postings, but I felt that a warning had to be put out there to all people who care.

Care about breakables that is.

You see, Marcus is all boy.

Both of my parents will relate stories of how I was a quiet child. Sitting in front of a speaker listening to classical music. Drawing pictures with much content. Have a babysitter take me to his college class at the age of four, and I was not a problem.

But my son is all boy.

The first sign, was when he whipped a ball across the room at the age of one. Wind up, move arm forward, and release. He has repeated this many times since, so weight of an object is now a concern if the item is small enough for Marcus.

Next we have his grip of steel. Markers, crayons, forks, spoons, cooking utensils - these are all items that once they fall into his grasp, it is hard to remove them.

The clincher is when something enters that tiny fist that has length. At first it was just a rod that served as the spool for a paper roll. Small, red and light plastic, we called it his lightsaber and just made sure he didn't smack Alya (or us) or anything breakable. Then he started going for the fireplace tools - which quickly entered a closet.

Today, my son showed how he's ready for the shaolin temple:


All boy. All kung-fu, baseball playing, lumberjack being boy.

And I'm proud of him for all that.

Now if only he can lay off the hard cider.



Be seeing you,

Jon