John has a sunny disposition. John has a temper. John looks at how we open things and immediately is able to figure out how we did it and repeat it.
That means there is going to be a lot of drawers and doors duct taped shut around here. Until he figures out how to peel tape. He's already a master at tearing paper. Off packages (good), pages from Gramps' mechanic manuals (not so good).
He is the only grandchild who single handedly dismantled his own party decorations. After the celebration yesterday, he tore down his banner, pulled the centerpiece off the table, and kept us all scrambling to put stuff closer to the ceiling, out of his reach.
I look at John and see the future. The possibilities. The world will one day be John's.
And just maybe John will make the world a better place.
Happy Birthday John.