King Julius

About a week ago, we went to the park that is about three blocks away because we're getting tired of the park across the street. While we were there, Dylan came across a little boy who had the same shoes as him.


The little boy gasped "We're best FRIENDS!"

And so it is.

His name is Julius and his grandpa, Marco, lives a few houses down from us. He lives with his grandparents and he is the cutest kid. They threw mulch, buried GI Joes, and jumped off of high surfaces. Marco was exhausted and slept in the car. Poor grandpa.

Dylan calls him "King Julius" from a movie they both like, so I do too. Julius thinks it's awesome.


Anyway, that was about a week ago, and since then we have seen Julius every day. He has started coming to the park across the street from us now, but not before knocking on the door and asking: "Can dat boy come pway?" to which, I respond: "you mean Dylan?" Julius has a million-dollar smile as Dylan comes running to play.


Thankfully, I have plenty of reading to catch up on and Marco doesn't mind napping in the car. It works out.

Julius has great manners for a four year old. Every day that we have seen him, he asks Dylan "you still got the same shoes as me?" and Dylan shows him that he does. Then they high five and race up the rock wall.


"A fairly bright boy is far more intelligent and far better company than the average adult."
-- John B.S. Haldane