Strange, because on paper we make no sense. He’s loud and chaotic, always changing his food order. One day he wants banana pancakes stacked with syrup. The next it’s breakfast tacos. And he likes movies that make him cry. He’ll watch them so he can cry. He feels everything at once, all the time, with no filter and no pause button. He ought to drive me crazy. He does drive me crazy. And yet, I can’t seem to get enough. With Teddy, I fear there is no enough.
