This boy.
If he is not curled up in my lap reading a book about trucks, he is off ranting and railing at his sister's minor infractions. If he's not lining his Hot Wheels up in an immaculately straight line, then he's demanding an apology over the slightest infringement from whoever happens to be his unlucky victim.
He is sugar and spice, this little one.
He has perfected the art of what we affectionately refer to as "the stink eye" and has developed a recent habit of tattling on anyone who crosses his path, whether friend or foe, child or adult, innocent or guilty.
He is my brave and valiant protector from his fierce tiger-sisters, and much to our dismay has lately added the phrase, "no, we're not" to his vocabulary.
-"Cameron, we're out of chocolate milk."
-"No, we're not."
-"Cameron, we're not watching Cars right now, we're getting ready for bed."
-"No, we're not."
"Cameron, we have to get your shoes on 'cause we're going to church."
-"NO, WE'RE NOT!!!"
He is some days a ticking time bomb - ready to explode at the slightest touch and sometimes a wide-eyed, messy-haired, dirty-nosed little prince in Chucks.
He is capable of unleashing fury that rivals the Greek gods, and yet he is also the sweetest, cutest, most thoughtful and affectionate kid in the world.
And boy, we love him so.
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