Who knew that something as seemingly innocuous as a graham cracker or pretzel breaking into two parts could send Cole into apoplexy?
Who knew that Cole instantly begins to fret if I let him open the door in the freezer section of SuperTarget but do not let him close the door as well?
Who knew that attempting to take Cole's hat off or remove his shoes if he isn't ready (whatever that means on any given day) could send him skyrocketing into orbit?
Who knew that dropping his red car into the snow was a cardinal sin (prompting a screech high on the octave meter) but dropping the same red car into a muddy puddle elicits no reaction at all?
Who knew that my son could be so fascinated with trucks that it is his first word upon waking and his last word before snuggling in for the night (along with the 479 other times during the day that the word is uttered)?
Who knew that my two year old could be more entertaining than any comedian just by babbling away in toddler speak whilst putting his daddy's boots on backwards on opposing feet with his hat askew and flashing his million dollar smile?
Who knew that I could still experience pure joy as a jaded adult just by watching my little boy's life from the sidelines?
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