That Little Boy
And what a feisty thing this little guy became. It seemed as though he was always on the move, always trying to go somewhere. I can remember him as a baby, as soon as he learned to stand, he would morph into some ape-like creature and try to climb out of his crib.
My six-year-old self would think, “Wow. He’s so smart.”
And even as a toddler, he knew he was smart. He would spew out information we had no idea he knew, and we would ask him,
“Matthew, how do you know that?”
And he would confidently respond, “Because I’m smahht!”
And with Matthew, when there’s a will, there is always a way… especially if it annoys the hell out of your older sister. Countless times when we were younger, I would find one of my prized possessions missing. I would experience a slight panic which quickly turned into anger, and then rage.
“MATTHEW, WHERE IS MY YO-YO?!?” I would roar throughout the house, and begin to sprint to wherever he was to catch him red-handed playing with my toy.
GOTTA GO. TO BE CONTINUED...
My six-year-old self would think, “Wow. He’s so smart.”
And even as a toddler, he knew he was smart. He would spew out information we had no idea he knew, and we would ask him,
“Matthew, how do you know that?”
And he would confidently respond, “Because I’m smahht!”
And with Matthew, when there’s a will, there is always a way… especially if it annoys the hell out of your older sister. Countless times when we were younger, I would find one of my prized possessions missing. I would experience a slight panic which quickly turned into anger, and then rage.
“MATTHEW, WHERE IS MY YO-YO?!?” I would roar throughout the house, and begin to sprint to wherever he was to catch him red-handed playing with my toy.
GOTTA GO. TO BE CONTINUED...