Having a Son Like Mine

...making sure that the fettuccine alfredo he ordered is not garnished with parsley, but is completely homogenous in color.
...finding his toys, pencils or other random items arranged in straight lines on the floor.
...carving out plenty of time for homework.
...explaining figures of speech or euphemisms.
...knowing that a bath may invoke a tantrum if he sees a speck of dirt in the tub and perceives it to be a bug.
...understanding that him burying himself in a blanket or a pile of pillows makes him feel better and to let him have his space.
...peanut butter and Nutella are always on the grocery list.
...accepting that wearing his Ninja costume is considered putting on clothes for the day.
...picking out pants at the store that pull up and down easily without a lot of buttons, snaps or fasteners.
...making sure that he has plenty of pairs of gloves to wear in the house....no matter what the temperature is.
...understanding that there is a difference between "Toy Story", "Toy Story 2" and "Toy Story 3", and not being offended if you are corrected by him.
...being corrected...a lot.
...accepting the fact that hugs may be one-sided sometimes, but he wants them just the same.
...planning ahead and sharing the plan the night before so everyone is on the same page.
...reminding him not to pull out his hair.
...having an expert in the house when it comes to remembering which military tank, aircraft or weapon is which.
...never having to wonder what he really thinks.
...laughing every day as honest observations are revealed and shared about the world around us.
...resting in the confidence that "I love you" is always, always sincere.
...loving someone more than you ever thought you could.