Though I love to talk about the wonderments that are my own children (I dare any parent who feels otherwise), there are some pretty great kids out there that aren't exactly sharing my DNA....just my adoration for their own unique adorableness.
Take for example my lovely neighbor Lori and her middle son, Maximus.
Maximus is a tough little guy with unending energy, cat-like reflexes, and a perfect smile.
He's just a great kid (all three of her kids are, actually).
But here's the thing I love most about the mighty Maximus: As tough as he is, as athletic and energetic as he is, every time he gets so much as a bump or cut....no matter how little, he doesn't cry or scream....he just swiftly walks over to his mommy and waits for the obligatory feel better kiss. He doesn't say anything, he just extends the injuried appendage and waits.
It's the cutest thing.
He's not really hurt, or in need of medical attention. He just loves the comforts of his mom and her ready love. It takes just a second and a smile, and he's off again to take care of his kid business until the next wound sends him back.