i wonder about hunter

I wonder about my grandson Hunter. I wonder what life will be like for him when he's a grown man. Why? Because he's a swashbuckler at age three. He's the Erroll Flynn of the pre-school set. He wakes up each morning with a smile on his face and careens through the day from one adventure to the next bumping his head, scraping his knee, and enduring various and sundry accidents and mishaps without even slowing down. The fear that keeps the rest of us mortals from engaging in high risk behavior doesn't seem to register in his mind. A fall from the monkey bars which drove a front tooth back into his gums didn't discourage him; he thinks it makes him look like a rock star. When he receives a bump on the noggin or some other injury he soaks up all the attention and sympathy he can get from his mom, but then he's soon back at it. After a few trial runs down the hall in his Halloween Superman costume he made his parents return it to the store because it wouldn't fly. He thinks he's a super hero, and he may be right. With the help and prayers of his parents, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins (It will take all of us) he'll survive childhood and adolescence. Be watching for him. He'll be tomorrow's Nascar driver, jet pilot, or astronaut.