Oh, Max.  He is full of energy, smiles, mischief, and jokes.  Some of his jokes lately are variations of absurd things in his room and feeding the cat absurd things: 

“Kitty eat cinnamon!”

“Cumin in my room!”

(He really likes spices…)

And there was this exchange as he hid in his closet this afternoon and I pretended to look for him: 

Me: “Is he under the bed?  Nope!”

Me: “Is he under the dresser?  Nope!”

[from the closet]: “Maybe under rocking chair!”

Me: “Nope, not under the rocking chair.  Has anyone seen Max?”

[from the closet]: “No.”

He is a bit of a know-it-all.  When he misidentifies something and we correct him, he patiently explains to us how he is right.  For example, I was spreading butter on his toast, and he called it cheese.  I told him it was butter, and he said “like cheese” in a patronizing tone.  He has done this with pictures in his books, the number 9 (like a 6), and other things in which he is more knowledgable than us.  Clearly I’ve been a bit pedantic lately.  

Love this kid to the moon and back.