Quirky Hunter

I love the word "quirky". It really is one of my favorites. We all have our little neuroses, some of us more than others, but somehow with just the use of the word "quirky", our little issues sound less neurotic and more...charming. This morning I was reminded of one of Hunter's quirks. He throws things. Now, I know what you're thinking: "That's a behavioral issue, not a quirk." I'm not so sure. I think it might be a completely involuntary thing that he cannot help, as irritating as it can be.

Like my eye twitch.

Several times a year I get stressed out enough that my right eye develops a twitch. It's temporary, and I usually don't even notice when it stops except that all of a sudden I'll think, hey my eye hasn't twitched in a couple days. Don't feel sorry for me, I've earned it. My point is that it's annoying and I can't make it stop, much like Hunter throwing things. He does it all the time. He has something in his hand, his arm spasms, and said item is airborne.

This morning Hunter came in my room telling me that "Da wion nees a get down. Da wion's trying a get down!" I knew he was talking about a lion, beyond that I was confused. I followed him out to the family room, expecting to find that the Lion King DVD was on a shelf he couldn't reach. I found no evidence of lions in peril anywhere.

"Hunter, what are you talking about?!" I asked, getting mildly irritated with his persistence that a lion somewhere needed my help. Without a word he extended one chubby little finger skyward:

He was holding Seth's lion and apparently his arm spasmed.