My Family: Marcus

He's like a wild animal. Always moving, always watching, always hunting. Frankly, I'm scared of him. I can't take my eyes off him because that's when the worst happens. That's when he'll break glass or climb shelves. That's when he'll sneak onto his brother's bed and dig through Victor's “treasure box”. He's cute, though. He has attitude and I love it. I love him more than words can describe. I think that's the only way I survive our days together.

I love listening to his little voice. He talks so fast that most people have a hard time understanding him. But I understand—even when he's not using real words, I understand. And that makes me feel special. Sometimes, he just throws in every word he knows but I still understand that he's trying to convince me Batman needs an apple juice bath.