Soham's 4th
He is the kid whose energy cannot be contained by walls but all with a charming smile on his face. You might send him to put on his boots but he’ll come back with a new LEGO creation. Time has no meaning when a new plan strikes. He’s the one who doesn’t walk in an orderly fashion. He runs or spins or stops in his tracks if something catches his eye. He has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. His handwriting don’t betray his intelligence, you might be fooled into thinking it’s all done by a high-schooler, if you’re not paying attention. His heart sometimes breaks a little because he’s not always sure why what he’s doing is so wrong. His ideas come out in a jumble and you have to slow way down and look in his eyes to listen. But he needs you to hear him. He can understand stories on a level well beyond his years and will floor you with his insights, a witty one mostly. He loves music and mostly those tappy, meaningless Bollywood numbers, just like his Mom. He loves fiercely