Sometimes you amaze me, Simon. If you ever go someplace one time, you will always remember it and sometimes even be able to navigate us to it.
You are completely honest. You always come tell me even if you did something wrong. You are guileless.
Sometimes, though, you start spazzing, and I worry about you. Did you get enough oxygen at birth? Did you just hit your head? Then I see that twinkle in your eye and realize you are all about fun whether it be silly fun, nonsensical fun, or spazzy fun.
Keep up the amazement, Simon. You've got a gift.