Wednesday, January 04, 2012

Mischief.

Max!

The truth is, Maxwell was squealing with delight when this photograph was taken, but the other truth is that, in five years, when we bust him for sneaking too many cookies or leaving the back yard by himself or kissing girls during recess or screaming at his siblings or jumping into the deep end of the pool without telling anyone, I will bust this photograph out and show it to Andrew.

And the other truth is that, in ten years, when we bust him for playing too many video games or putting hair remover in his sister's shampoo or hitting a baseball through a window or sneaking into the neighboring neighborhood's pool or trashing a library book or adding too many game sites to the favorites section of the family computer or when we get a call from the principle telling us he refused to do something and/or wouldn't be quiet in class, I will bust this photograph out and show it to Andrew.

And the other truth is that, in fifteen years, when we bust him for sneaking out with the car or talking to a girl at three in the morning or washing his whites with his reds or acting like he doesn't know us in public or skipping band practice or leaving his sweat-filled socks in the middle of the living room floor for the third time in the day or forgetting what time his curfew is, I will bust this photograph out and show it to Andrew.

And the last truth is that, each time I show this photograph to my brown haired husband, I will say these words to him: "He has always been a hellion." And, afterwards, we will laugh and wonder how time has moved so fast.

Love our boy and his mischievous ways.