Wit

When Offspring the Second was a toddler, he did not speak much.  His wide eyes, hardly blinking, would take in the whole world around him, and oftentimes, Herself would wonder:  "What is he thinking?"

When he began to talk, he used lengthy, complete, grammatically-correct sentences.  Millions and millions of them.  Herself realized:  clearly, he was thinking a Great Deal of Things.

He has now reached the age of wizard majority; his trace, if he had one, has been removed.

Offspring the Second is an old soul.  Mature and stoic, his silent, long-haired demeanor conceals his tender and thoughtful side.  His intelligence and wit are marvelous to behold.  I admire him so.

Happy birthday, Offspring the Second. May your continued journey through this world be filled with love, humor, and all of your favorite drum sets.