this mad scientist turns six years old today. he is a laugh-a-minute, dancing, quotable little Quinton, who alternately keeps us young and gives us gray hair. he likes to cuddle, wear costumes, and dance dance dance. the other day i watched him dancing to a piece of classical music and he was whispering to himself "focus...focus." when he was done i asked him, "why were you saying 'focus' to yourself while you were dancing?" his response? with a childlike sincerity: "i didn't want to do anything the music didn't tell me to do."
here's wishing for many years of following the music, and dancing through life with focus, laughter, and joy.
happy birthday, Quin!