This boy is marvelous.
I love how he looks out of the corners of his eyes, an impish little smile on his face, when he's feeling clever. I love how he always says "okay" with an accent. I love how he taps his head when he's overtired. I love how he dances (a strange mix of tango and breakdancing, on the kitchen floor: "Y mila!") I love that he wants to speak Wolof. I love that he wants the whole world to be yellow.
I love that he asked for ceviche for his birthday meal just because it's a fancy food, even though he doesn't eat it. I love that he wanted orange cake with mango frosting. I love that he briefly reconsidered, asking instead for a horse-flavored cake. I love that he's him, just simply him and no one else.
A visit home to Washburn Wisconsin
6 days ago