Still a kid

He may be puzzling over the origins of the universe, but Uta is still very much a kid, for today. He still grabs a toy and stuffs it in his pocket before leaving the house. He thinks an empty cardboard box is a starship and protests when I want to collapse it for recycling. He says “No pleasure, my problem,” when he wants to be a gentleman. He announces when he needs to poop and then proceeds to take off every stitch of clothing. When he wants to look extra cool he dresses in red from head to toe. He sleeps with a stuffed cow and two soft monsters. He still lets me kiss him any time I want and swears he will live with me forever.