One of the neatest memories I have of you is when you were about five
old. We had gotten you a gerbil, and you had taken it out of the cage and
were holding it. I was in another room and didn't know you had the gerbil
out. I can't remember if your Mom was there or not.
Anyway, you held the gerbil up to your face to nuzzle it, and it bit
right on the end of the nose. I heard you crying and went into your bedroom
to see what was wrong. You were sitting on the floor crying with a little
drop of blood on the end of your nose, softly holding the gerbil in your
hands. I was impressed with your gentleness to this creature that had just
bitten you. 99% of kids that age would have dropped the gerbil or thrown it
away from themselves. You just sat there holding it.