Theodore

What can be said about Theodore? He is nothing more than a smallish bag of protoplasm. Well, actually for his age, not so small. As I get it his activities are ridiculously limited, being eating, peeing, shitting, crying, sleeping, and just recently smiling. This is a small repetoire. Oh yes, he also bats at colored objects he sees hanging above his head. Oddly the one he does the most, sleeping, is the one he doesn't do enough. That is, I believe his mother would like him to do more of it at certain times. He has some talents of a passive nature. He rides in his stroller and car seat. He has ridden the metro and spent time at the Smithsonian Institute and other locales in our national capital. He has submitted himself to viewing by quite a few friends and family, even sharing his apartment on a nearly continuous basis through out his life. He's been to a hockey game, and though he is mostly indifferent to it, he tolerates photography. Without question his greatest talent, so far displayed, is holdability. He is extremely holdable and when he is held he fills the holder with feelings of vast affection, soaring dreams, and profound amazement. At least that is my experience with him. That's about all he does.

There is still one question about his future. Which will be faster, his slap shot or his airplane?