There are times that G scares me...Like when he decides that it is a good idea to "rearrange" all of his drawers; to play football in the living room, to open the 10 lunchables I have for the week to find something he thought was in there; to dump out a 5lb. bag of M&Ms to count the blue ones; to beat his bike with a screwdriver attempting to take off his training wheels; to use ALL of the bodywash, face soap, shampoo and conditioner during one shower; etc.
But most of the time he is my super hero.
He is my hero because I am continually amazed by how much he loves his siblings; how incredibly giving he has become; by his ingenious ideas; his sincerity; his creativity; his compassion; his spunk; his intensity and his overwhelming desire to please.
He is my hero because I am continually amazed by how much he loves his siblings; how incredibly giving he has become; by his ingenious ideas; his sincerity; his creativity; his compassion; his spunk; his intensity and his overwhelming desire to please. 
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