This is Patrick’s favorite Christmas present…yes, a $2 coloring book. (Which just goes to show me….why do I always buy more than necessary at Christmas? And why is it always the littlest simplest after-thought type thing that gets the most love and attention?) He doesn’t color in it, he just looks at the pictures. I’ve actually covered it all up with contact paper because he was very disturbed that it was starting to fall apart. His favorite picture is the one of the coach, with the basketball on the page next to it. He was thrilled (some of us were not) when I scrounged up an old whistle. He puts the whistle on, and sometimes I catch him making referee like gestures with his hands and arms, and yelling to himself, “Shoot it! Shoot it!” He gets embarrassed when he catches me looking at him while he’s in imagination coaching/referee/basketball world, which is of course, even cuter. I think he might have found his calling. Only time will tell.