At a freshly turned 9 years old, he is the youngest of our 3 male offspring.   What he lacks in age, he more than makes up for in attitude.  Since his arrival home from the hospital, he has basically ruled our roost.  I'm not a horoscope believer, but I find it no coincidence that he is a Taurus.  A bull.  And we're not talking Ferdinand, here.  You know, the bull that likes to just sit quietly and smell the flowers?  

Being the baby of the family, no doubt he's been spoiled.  You know what?  I don't think the last child gets spoiled because the parents are all sentimental and thinking, "Oh no, our last child...let's make every second count."  No, I think it's more like, "You know what? We are freaking tired and worn slap silly, we just don't have the strength to deal with this right now, so let him do whatever he wants while we watch tv and drink grain alcohol."

So sure, we are partly to blame.  But then there are his genes.  My Dad (his Grandpa) is a retired 2 star General.  And you don't become one of those by being a pansy ass.  And his other grandfather isn't exactly a wallflower, himself.  So I blame them.  Totally.  Thanks.  Thanks a lot, you two.  

He bears a striking resemblance to Napoleon Bonaparte, don't you agree?       

We're pretty certain he is actually the ruler of a small, as-yet-undiscovered country somewhere in the Ural mountains - via the internet.