As Winfield grows older I’m slowly realizing how similar we are. He often says and does things that I remember doing as a kid. He saves the best part of his dinner until last, he’s overly legalistic and he loves mysteries. But on Saturday he did something that I never would have done as a kid. When I was a kid I hated the physical act of writing, I still do. Picking aup a pen and writing words just makes me cringe. I also can’t spell. It took 2 tries before I could get the spell checker to figure out that I was trying to spell “mysteries”. Win told me not to look at his paper because he was writing me a “poe-eem”. Which is how he pronounces “poem.” About 20 minutes later, with no asking for spelling assistance, this is what he handed me. I was amazed.