My Little Guy

This is my little guy.

He's perpetually happy.

He's just a teeny bit obsessed with hockey.

That is, 

if you call a teeny bit obsessed,

identifying hockey players by the skates they wear.

Really?

I struggle identifying hockey players

by their jersey,

which has their last name on it.

All skates are not the same?

There's different kinds?

Much to my delight,

he sometimes rocks 

a (teen) Shawn Cassidy hair style.

Yeah, baby!

He frequently gives me looks like this.

And on a weekly basis,

rolls his eyes

 and asks me,

"what kind of woman are you?"

Questions like that are a dime a dozen around here so I brush them to the side.

This past weekend,

 he randomly threw out,

"I lost my thumb in the war."

(what the???)

That one,

I'm leaving for the future therapist.

His, not mine.