This the other one. The "Bi-Polar" one. Don't get me wrong. I love him very
much but he is the younger brother that lives up to every letter of the title. His brother doesn't put up with much from him frankly because he has earned the thrashing he gets. This guy is Max. He lives life the same way. Do you think that there is just something about a name? You know, kind-of like Mertle. What did you think of then? Old grandma with grey hair? Yeah, Me too. What about Billy Bob? Or maybe Penelope? Max is definitely not a soft and gentle name. His hugs are usually followed by a throat squeeze almost strong enough to make you pass out. In either case, it's still really nice to get the hug. Today he started going to a new place for preschool and he came home so excited to tell me his numbers and letters. I think this change will be really good for him. He really needs a person who can give him one on one attention because he is always talking and moving. At this early age I can already tell that he will be the exact opposite of his brother in almost everything. That's really cool in some ways because as their father I love being able to do all the very different things they rope me into.