He carries it with him wherever he goes and has asked me to read it to him over and over again. Just last week, as he was flipping through it for the millionth time, two large drops of water fell from the kitchen sink onto one of the pages. He immediately burst into tears because he was sure the water would permanently damage his beloved book. After I assured him that the water would dry up and everything would be o.k. he ran off, much consoled, with the book safely tucked under his arm.
He spends hours playing/dreaming with a ball his brother made him out of a wad of paper (wrapped with tape) and a plastic rim taped above his playroom door. He not only tears up the court (a.k.a. hallway) he also gives a play by play broadcast with such enthusiasm! If you listen carefully to the video below you just might hear a crowd of imaginary fans cheering him on....