The King of the Wild Things was born 11 June, 2012. I was absolutely sure that he’d be early, so of course, he was over two weeks late. Five years later, he is still just a sweet, content little boy. He is happiest when taking things apart and putting them back together, he has an exceptional memory, is decidedly rational and he doesn’t stop moving ever. Jumping, running, kicking, you name it. He does it. All. The. Time. He only stops to read, which in and of itself would make me love him eternally, if I didn’t already.
He was born in Germany, but is of British and American stock. He is a Chelsea fan, much to his father’s chagrin, and is seriously on his way to becoming a football (soccer) phenom.
He is determined, inquisitive, strong, thoughtful, kind and sweet. He is also, most definitely, a little monster.