He is my crafter. My vibrant one. He's learning piano, and apparently somewhat gifted at it. He's never far from scissors, markers, paper, tape or paint. He creates. And he focuses.
He needs no directions. And is really not interested in them anyways.
I love his spark of creativity and his ambition to color outside the lines.
He challenges his big brother to get out of the box, and leads little brother into his fantasy worlds.
He is our artist.