But he's our delightful monster. No other creature inspires in me such fierce exasperation and aching affection. I imagine most parents of young children know what I mean. One moment he is tearing around shredding my unfinished crossword puzzles. The next minute he looks like this:
Overheard at the dog park: "Honey, God makes them cute so you don't kill them when they're bad."
What, me worry?