Calvin. He's just, well, entertaining. Challenging, too, these days.
He has developed the art of negotiation:
Mommy: Calvin, it is time to get your pajamas on.
Calvin holds up all five fingers and with his most serious face says: Two more minutes.
Uh, I guess I can wait two more minutes.
His sense of logic and language is coming along nicely:
Calvin: What is this?
Mommy: It's a squash.
Calvin: Oh! It's for squishing!
He is testing every. single. boundary.
Mommy: Calvin, do you want to get into your car seat all by yourself, or would you like my help?
Calvin: By myself!
(A minute passes while I get Charlie buckled in.)
Mommy: Calvin, you need to get into your car seat.
Calvin: No! I'm driving, mommy.
Mommy: In three seconds I will help you get into your car seat. 1, 2, 3...
Magically he is in his seat by three.
When did I become the mom who counts to three?!
He's got his priorities. If he had them written out it might be something like this:
Play with trains. Run fast! Play with tools. Run fast! Use tools to fix trains. Stop to eat--or eat on the run. Play music. Run fast! Get hug. Tackle person giving hug. Run away. Play with large trucks...
You get the idea.
He is independent:
Calvin: No help me mommy! I do it all by myself!
He looks out for others:
Calvin: Its all good, Charlie. (While patting his upset brother on the back.)
He knows when he's crossed the line:
Mommy raises eyebrows at naughty boy.
Naughty boy says, "I have time out."
He is a sweety little boy who still asks for hugs and cuddles from his mommy... So long as it is his idea.