Today marks the 602nd day my son has been in existence on this plane.
Our attempts to keep him from life threatening situations-such as shark attacks, power-line electrocutions, and avalanches have been moderately,
no-
I'll say relatively successful...
...Nah, I'm selling my wife and I short.
Whatever about 35% more than "relatively" equates to is pretty much how safe the boy is at this given time.
I'm proud to have a son who amazes me daily, I'm proud to have a son who's intelligence is beyond the norm, (according to the reactions of our pediatrician during progress analyses)
and I am proud to have a son who's interior beauty matches his exterior beauty.
Hm.
I now see EXACTLY how my father felt and surely continues to feel.
Heh.
Happy 602nd day son.