A son...my Son...my Johari!!

A son.....
....tickles your funny bone, musters courage to fight off huge creatures, imaginary and non-imaginary-like the monsters!!, tracks mud into the house after you have just cleaned the carpet/floor, drives his tri-cycle like a big rig, fishes without worms, climbs the tallest windows in the house and the tallest trees in the yard/neighborhood and then falls out of it, names the frog in the garden after his grandma, becomes the "cookie monster", paints the newly painted wall with crayons, tickles/scratches your back, "picks" the neighbours flowers for your Mother's day gift, puts the blue in blue skies and takes away all the gray ones, becomes a jack of all trades when he is eight years old, secretly loves his parent, is self sufficient at an early age.
A son...
...likes landscaping but not maintenance, dances in private, calls you three more times at work especially after you have told him not to call anymore, can put anything together without instructions, takes everything apart that can be separated, trades your stereo for the broken one without telling you, eats two sandwiches an hour before dinner, cracks a rib, but never lets you see him cry, vacuums the cat, accepts collect calls  from anybody, pretends to be aloof until he kisses his mother's cheek, melts your heart every day of his life!!
Sons are amazing and so are you my handsome son... my Johari!!