Drew never ceases to amaze me. I wish I could know what is going on in his incredible little head. I wish I could see what his mind's eye sees. I wish I could could talk to and with him.
His laugh lights up our world. It is infectious, contagious, and pure joy. Like, when the grandpa of a client at his therapy clinic bent over to pick up his grand-daughter's backpack and his toupee flopped forward. BELLY LAUGH.
Like when the lady in the airport tripped and fell--and it turns out, she was a NUN-- BELLY LAUGH.
Like when anyone trips, falls, uses sarcasm, rolls their eyes, or when his classmates sneak off of the carpet or do something they shouldn't. BELLY LAUGH.
I want to be in his head and see what is so dang funny about the Crestor commercial! He belly laughs every time he sees it! How is high cholesterol funny? I don't get it. He kills me. That is by far, his favorite commercial right now.
He also loves the Capital One commercial, where the sassy little girl gives Jimmy Fallon a hard time. I can see how he thinks that is funny; irreverance kills him. But high cholesterol? HMMMMM.
We lost our favorite Aunt Bert this week. I don't doubt she and Uncle Bill and Drew's grandma and Papa are blessing us from above, and getting a kick out of every thing this kid does. He is in good company with his Angels.
We will keep on guessing, I guess. :)
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