This weekend I hung out a bit with my Godson. He was super happy to see me (of course, he's pretty much happy to see anybody).
When I arrived at his parents' house, he was in the midst of playing basketball on his toddler hoop. My heart grew proud when I saw him dunk--several times. He then decided to move to the coffee table and we rolled--and sometimes bounced--a ball back and forth.
After playing around we ate and lounged for a little while. However, he wasn't really down to sit for too long.
So he went outside.
I had a great time laughing/playing/hanging out with the little dude. Also, I'm pretty sure he's a model, he just hasn't told us yet.