All the world's a stage

I'm tired tonight. I'm not sure if it is the cumulative effect of Will's nightly waking or the fact that Carter raced me home from the grocery store. He keeps insisting that we tied and I remind him that Will crossed the finish line first -even though Carter tried to trick us into stopping by saying "Hey look at that? What is that?' Nice try. Lucky for me, the last 1/2 a block was downhill because I was seriously behind before then.
Will understands so much these days it's amazing! If I ask for a kiss, he sucks his lips in to reveal his front teeth, resembling a chipmunk, and makes a kiss noise. Or, today, he walked halfway into the room presenting me with one of his shoes. I say, "Where's the other one?" He completely enters the room and shows me the pair. Clearly he wants me to put them on. I sit him in my lap and he points his toes indicating they are ready to go into the shoes. We put them on and he smiles and toddles off. Two minutes later he returns with a frown and presents his feet again. So, we take them off. I told him, next time, bring socks, too. His face twinkles with a smile and he says "gock" and goes back to play with his big brother. If Carter sits in my lap, Will must too. If Carter gives me a hug, Will can't be left out. If Carter kisses me, Will puckers up, too. Carter thinks its funny and enjoys watching how his little brother wants to be just like him.
Carter had a busy day. He made a special coloring project while creating a desk out of a folded up stroller turned on its side. See photo above. I thought it was rather ingenious. Later, he got so excited when the FedEx man knocked on the door that he chased him down the walk and wished him a Happy Christmas. The driver seemed delighted. He told every single person we encountered at the grocery that he likes candy. It paid off, just like he hoped: One man gave him a lollipop.
We had to discuss what he wants to get his Daddo for Christmas. He said matter-of-factly "a wishing well." Like its a tie or an electric razor. I was cautious.
"I don't know how we are going to get a wishing well. I guess we could draw one or make one..."
"I know! I got it! I'll go to a wishing well and wish for a wishing well."
"Hmm. I guess that could work. But what is your daddo going to do with a wishing well."
"Wish to fly. That's what everyone would wish for."
"Of course. Stupid question."
Carter on the other hand told me he would wish to be able to do everything and not ever get tired of it. That's what I'd wish tonight.
Or I wish I had a video of how much he liked his supper. Well, I guess he liked it. He looked at his spoon full of tilapia, couscous, and sauteed spinach and said , "This bite might be de-licious. I don't know." He put it in his mouth and closed his eyes. Then he began to do what I can only describe as a 1/2 slow dance, 1/2 Pentecostal spiritual experience. I asked "does that mean it's good or your going to throw up? I can't tell with all the undulating." I looked over at Nathan but he couldn't respond due to his own enjoyment of Carter's performance. The more we laughed, the longer this episode continued, eyes shut body gyrating to an unheard beat. We tried to get him to recreate the show, but he simply could not do it again for the camera. Then Nathan did his version of Carter's spell and my face hurt from laughing. We should have put that on camera, too. Tomorrow, I'll get a picture of Will.