I have a pain in my two-year old.

Austin is the coolest little boy in the world. What makes him so cool is his innocence and innate happiness. Obviously, with two years under his belt, he is becoming wise to the ways of the world. He has come to the understanding that because of his age, people tend to take advantage of him. For example, if he has a plate of cookies (meaning that there is a plate of cookies anywhere in the house, whether intended for him or not), people (mom and dad) are always trying to take one from him. To make sure that he doesn't have his snacks and treats stolen, he has decided that the best way to hide them is to put them ALL in his mouth as fast as he can. If mom and dad should happen to get one before they are all in his mouth, then he sets off the high pitched scream alarm of death. Of course there is only one way to turn it off and that is to put the cookie you stole in his mouth.



I have also come to the conclusion that we have a packrat in the family. Tannie and I don't really save a lot of knick-knacks. Austin on the other hand, can remmeber exactly what he owns and where he last put it. I accidentally threw a football of his on the roof the other day, which Austin saw me do. After the initial trauma, I thought that he had forgotten the ball was up there. I was most assuredly wrong. Everytime we go outside, he looks up to the roof and calls for the ball. (It has yet to come down when he calls.)

What makes Austin the coolest kid is not the entertainment he provides, but the way he makes you feel. Allit takes is a lttle huck (hug in Austineese) or kiss and his yelling your name in excitement. Nothing feels better than the pure love of a son or daughter.

futboldan (aka Dan Smith)