Matt is three
My son, Matt cavorts through the toy cluttered house, his patent devil may care grin framed by light green eyes and handsome straight hair. He desperately wants to play in the pouring rain but a recent bout with pnuemonia closes that road to him. "Dad, I love you.", sweetly said as he climbs into my once child free lap. He pats the back of my head encouragingly , a steaming cup of coffee, refreshingly free of cream or sugar, just beyond his reach.
"Dad, I want to play on the computer!", loudly whispered in my ear. Matt taps the keys of my auction bought laptop forcefully as if comprehension for my good, strong son arrives with simple tactile response. I was enjoying my round of Star Kingdoms too...alas love is blind. Matt likes Asteroids.