Like Mike

Ryan's cousin came to town for a Detroit visit. He's a big dude--a sort of hulking policeman guy with double tattoo sleeves. It wouldn't have been exactly shocking if Cass, who would happily pick a toy unicorn over a plastic gun any day of the week, was a little intimidated. I'm pretty sure that wasn't the case though.

A few days ago, Cass busied himself at the dining room table with art supplies while I put Ollie down for a nap upstairs. Unable to contain his excitement for another single millisecond, Cass greeted me on the stairs, flashing a mischievous, pleased-as-punch grin and two arms covered with marker tats. Arms spread out akimbo, "I'm just like Mike," he announced.