There is a little boy named Alex. Alex will be two years old on October 4. This little guy is the coolest little two year old on the face of this earth. Right now, he runs around ,carefree without a worry in the world. I bless him that he does not have to deal the problems of life that await him. I want him now to run around, smash things, play with other little kids, and just enjoy life for all that it's worth.
But before he knows it, he will be starting schooling and get the dreaded "first homework" assignment. It all goes downhill from there. School gets harder, homework gets harder, you get more and more responsibilities. It first starts out with cleaning your spot at the table. Next you have to throw out the garbage. Then you find yourself cleaning cars so you can go out to a party. Work and stress start to pile up, and before you realize it, you are waist high in it. The worst part is that there is no escape it. It follows you and eats you alive.
For Alex's birthday, I brought him a little horse on wheels. He can ride on it. I brought for him for two reasons. Number 1, I had the same exact one when I was little. Second, People now-a-days, never buy kids anything that they can play with immediately. People always get something that you can "use later." It's the worst feeling for a little kid to get clothes or money for a birthday. They have no use for it. They want to play. I want Alex to have something that can enjoy at that very moment. I want to see the biggest smile on his tiny face and know that he is going to have a great time with this toy. I want him to and encourage him to abuse that toy and have one hell of a time with it. I'd be happier knowing he smashed that toy to itty, bitty pieces and had fun doing rather than me buying him a t-shirt that will get buried in a drawer and that he will out grow.
I sit here staring at a picture that Alex drew with me. It just makes me want to make sure that Alex is having fun. His best years of his life will probably be right now. Having someone constantly watching him, giving him attention, and playing with him all the time. Someone will be there to prepare his meals and fed him. Talk about service! There is always someone watching his every move, fixing all of the stuff he breaks and cleaning the walls that he colors with his crayons. His biggest concern or worry right now, is probably whether or not to play with the horse I got him or to wear the ugly shirt that my aunt got him. And even then, He does not have a choice. He does not dress himself. He wears whatever is put on him for the day. Giving him more time to play with the horse I got him.
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This column is about my little brother. He's a little dude that really cool.
