Dear boy. Puppy tails and snails for sure. Give him tools- real ones and he is happy. I once found him with his scooter perched on Marcus' jack stands-"me fixin' my scooter!" I know that you will not accept your high school diploma and exclaim "me did it!" but sometimes it feels like you will. Beau, you are in danger of me not letting you grow up. I am tempted to keep my little buddy boy forever little. So I will kiss your face lots even though you scream, because someday you'll have a beard. And maybe even a wife. She may frown upon that. I guess I should start praying for her.