This is my nephew Carter. He is one of many (many many many), but he is seen so often on my phone because I lived with him and his parents for a year. His cutest year.
Here is a list about things that Carter likes:
Carter likes watching TV. ...
............sitting in laundry baskets.
.............while on the phone.
(this particular morning I had come out of my room to find him sitting there. like that. just watching his morning cartoon.)
................and always with his lechejugojuice
Carter likes lechejugojuice. ....
Now, Carter has never been to Jugo Juice, a shop in Mesa. The picture above actually means nothing to Carter because he can't read yet. Carter's parents are both fluent spanish speakers, so they birthed a little white boy that speaks a jumble of spanglish. This is the basics of the most common interchange in that house:
Carter: I want lechejugojuice
Mom: Que dices?
Carter: Pleaseporfavor (while rubbing his belly)
He doesn't always stick to just his milk though -- not if there's a Camelbak around. If it weren't for this kid, I wouldn't have discovered the lifesaver of a water sprayer that a broken mouth-piece is. Heaven on a hot day.
Carter likes eyewear. ...
......of all kinds. And looks good in it.
Carter likes to dress up. ...
.........in anything that's around really.
Here is one of Carter's best. This is from the early days of potty training. Those are boxers.
Carter likes eating. ....
..............and making a mess of it. You should have seen this meal. With each bite, more made it on his body than made it to his mouth. He was confused as to why I was cracking up.
.............and here is a classic Carter. This was either his birthday or the day after his birthday. He had just gotten that dinosaur and loved it. When I walked up to him and found this sight, though, he turned to me and said, very sadly, nearly on the verge of tears, "The dinosaur ate my muffin."
So there's Carter. He's pretty cool. I hear that nowadays he's growing up more and is far more interested in Batman than anything else (even Veggie Tales). Yet, I'll always remember him best as the kid that would come into my room at seven in the morning and casually open the conversation by saying, "So, how was work honey?" because that's a natural conversation starter, and the kid who runs up and down under the rain run-off,