Lex and I went out for a walk this
evening. We were out for an hour and we made it half way up the
street and back. The only reason we made it back was because
Alan got home and Lex went running down the street to see him.
While we were out Lex did an excellent job of rearranging the
rocks in people’s driveways, banging on mailbox posts and
reflector signs, and throwing rocks every which way. He also
did a lot of waving his hands in the air and hollering. I kept
thinking to myself, “He’s crazy, like a….” and the only way I
could finish that thought was “like a one year old.” Crazy like
a one year old.