Tuesday, December 20, 2011

My nephew is a super hero.

He's faster than a speeding bullet: He runs through the house and in the yard passing in a whirlwind of laughter and yells.

He's more powerful than a locomotive: A train for those of you who don't know Old English. He lifts video game remotes with ease and holds them in the air for long periods of time.

He is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound: Single jump, again with the Old English. He can jump from couch to couch, mattress to mattress, mattress to floor. All without breaking a sweat.

During the holidays, he was superman by holding the door open for a couple of older ladies at the bank. He did this without being asked. Because he's strong like Superman and cool like Batman.

The gesture was appreciated by the little old ladies and made me proud of the little guy. Simple acts such as opening a door, letting people cut in line, and even a thank-you are rare these days. Especially from a 6-year-old. So hopefully, my nephew will take this politeness with him. To infinity, and beyond!

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