He insists on shutting all the windows, even in the heat, while keeping all of the kitchen drawers and closet doors open.
He has to touch every plant that we pass, but won't pet a dog or cat that is looking for attention.
He will request a million different foods and then not eat a thing.
He carries a grown-up mug around the house. But instead of coffee, he has it full of chocolate milk. Heavy on the chocolate mix.
He plays Christmas music in July and Beach Boys in January on his beloved iPad.
He won't wave a simple hello, but will perform an 8-step handshake.
He will put on multiple layers of clothes through the night. Even the hot-as-hell-with-no AC-nights in July. But he will prance down the stairs naked with no warning.
He makes us crazy and we love him.