the one who is either having an awesome day, or a horrible, no good, rotten, kind of day...
the one who hustles down the street to meet his friends on his way to school...
the one who calls me after school trying to buy more time at his friends house...
the one who procrastinates until the last hour, and then miraculously pulls his grades up...
the one who refuses to do extracurricular activities unless he can be the best at it...
the one who tries my patience every... single... day...
the one who has grown so tall that I almost have to look up at him to meet his eyes...
the one who has started eating us out of house and home...
the one who can make all the girls in the house laugh...
me: "Good morning, Eliot"
him: wave
me: "smile."
him: obligatory early morning in the horrible lit kitchen smile
showcasing the wardrobe of a typical 8th grade boy
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