He says "mmmm" during the first bite at 95% of all meals. (He's hungry. What can I say.) He's also unaware that he does this.
He chose to keep playing football even after his parents told him he could quit if he decided to due to massive unfair coaching.
I almost look him straight in the eye, and I'm 5'9.
I adore him.
He quietly asks for homemade French toast every single morning. And I oblige. And I serve with powdered sugar and the expensive butter pecan syrup (that I can only find at one store for 9 bucks!!) just because I like to spoil him a bit.
What a stud.
