"The Kiddo"

Hi, I’m "The Kiddo"! I’m 3.5, and in the spirit of “clear is kind” this is not really me typing. I’m bright, but believe it or not, I can’t yet type up my own bio. 

 

Things that actually matter: I will talk to you about trucks all day long. They are pretty much the best thing in the entire world. Besides bike rides. Oh wait! Or tomatoes. I like to eat those right from my garden. I know not to eat them when they are green, but sometimes I can’t resist a small lick anyway. 

 

I am very independent. I insist on pouring my own oat milk in the mornings, constantly tell people “I think I probably got it,” and let my moms know when I need to make a phone call to one of my grandparents. Unlike my Uncle Josh (who is 24 and only noticed his missing underwear were gone when my moms found it in their clean laundry somehow), I am pretty confident doing my own chores.* Uncle Josh, I love that you moved in down the street, but we need to develop some clearer boundaries, okay?

 

I am very excited to adopt our baby. I let my moms know everyday how ready I am, draw pictures for the baby, and have already picked out my outfit for the day I get to meet them. I have told my moms repeatedly how I will hold the baby very gently, and will be a great big brother (true story). 

 

*for those of you who are concerned about this very weird laundry fiasco, let me clear the air. My parents have a swimming pool in their backyard, and we accidentally picked up Josh’s things with our own at the last pool party. It’s a weird story, but more charming than alarmingly weird. - Keaton