Ways in Which He’s Nothing Like Me

At a swap meet a few weeks ago, I bought David a plastic guitar. It
has buttons on it that play classical or pop music depending on its
mode. David carries this guitar all over the house and puts it down
wherever he rests. He then presses the buttons and dances while the
plastic guitar sings. I have never ever danced in front of this
little boy. I haven’t danced in over ten years. There’s no way he
observed this. I am wondering if moving to music might be a genetic
or inherent thing. Any ideas?

I used to be a scared, lonely little girl who cried a lot. I hung to
my mom’s skirt often. David, on the other hand, is an independent and
happy little boy. Making him giggle takes two seconds. Last weekend,
on the plane to St. Louis, he made friends with the stewardess and
ran up and down the aisle to hug her. When she pointed at me and told
him to come to me, he ignored me and went back to hugging her. He
smiles at everyone, especially girls and women. I am not sure how he
can tell the difference but he seems to ignore men for the most part.
Maybe it’s the makeup or the hair.

I am regularly amazed at David’s sweet nature. Not that he doesn’t have his moments but he’s such a joy. If they all turn out like him, maybe having a few more is not such a crazy idea after all.