He's the one who will most likely flop on my lap if I sit on the couch with my arms stretched out. I love that he still lets me scoop him all up in my arms.
In Kindergarten, he made a magazine all about Mom. Three times he noted "snuggling" as our favorite thing to do.
I love his inventive mind, and how seemingly simple all his ideas would be to execute, if only he had the right materials. I love his desire to collect, even when it makes me crazy (his newest collection: broken things.) He still loves to dress up and imagine himself as a spy or a pirate or a superhero.
He's been on a kick with the spontaneous hugs lately. While Dora was at camp last week, we got to play baseball and he ran up and gave me a hug in between pitches. "Just because I love you," he said.
And I woke up to this note the other morning:
I love that Dad is an afterthought, especially since Clark is all about Dad, Dad, Dad, all day long.
His sister is a big fan, too!
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