Thing Two is my sweet-natured second child. He may be the kindest person I have ever known in my entire life. I am pretty sure he’s never said a mean thing to anyone. Ever.
He was born five days after his brother’s 3rd birthday. He seemed to instinctively know that Mama needed a peaceful parenting experience after surviving the
high maintenance chaotic high-strung-first-time-mother less peaceful older brother’s newborn and early toddler days. He just settled into a wonderfully easy existence.
He’s the kid who got me to see that the five
minute second rule won’t actually kill you, that messes are part of life, and that life should be lived with a twinkle in one’s eye.
He’s an aspiring engineer who has a passion for college basketball. He is dedicated to the practice of martial arts and strives to model the character traits of a black belt.
Where his brother is an eternal rebel, Thing Two is the rule follower. He’s honest to a fault and has blessed me with so many laughter filled moments including the time he called me a “sea cow” and when he named his rubber chicken, “Cuddly.”
I’m proud of my little Thing Two. He’s absolutely the light of my life and proudly pioneers his own path through the world. He’ll also be the one to take care of me in my old age, I’m fairly certain. I know this based not only on his character, but also the fact that Thing One flat out declared that it was Thing Two’s job to care for me when I become
an unmanagable crone elderly.
No problem, Thing One, I’ll make sure that Thing Two is the one to take me to all my estate planning appointments! (*wink*) Better start being nice to your brother. I’m just sayin’.