"I MEANT to do that!"

Youngest Son feels neglected. Oh, how I know that feeling, having grown up the youngest also. He claims to have been a part of stories that I tell, but which he is left out of in the retelling. This is true. He is such a stickler for truth that I fear his wrath if every jot and tittle isn't just so. But, casting all my fear aside, I will launch into my favorite ever "Youngest Son" story. And it is ALL true.

The boy could say words at the age of six months. "Kitty" covered every furry thing he saw. Really. I'm not kidding or bragging, and yes I did hear the pediatrician on 'Ellen' tell Brittany Murphy that it was impossible. It isn't. My boy did it too.

He also embarrassed easily at a very early age. I remember the spring he turned three. He had gotten some new shirts for his birthday. Spring shirts. Short sleeves. I saw him sitting on the couch, looking at his arms, while all of his friends were playing outside. I asked him way he wasn't outside playing. His reply? "I'm just so embarrassed about these arms!"

Another fun thing about him - he NEVER did anything wrong. Never. If he fell, tripped, mispronounced a word or burped - he 'MEANT to do that!'.

One day, as I sat on the couch with a magazine, and he sat beside me with a book, he got up and somehow tripped and flipped backwards over the coffee table and landed on the other side flat on his back. He quickly hopped up, looked over at me with blushing pink cheeks and said in a firm yet somewhat shaky voice "I'VE BEEN TRYING FOR THE LONGEST TIME TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT!"