My nephew

     Let's just say he's eclectic.  And, sometimes, overly cute.  Right now, he's sitting in front of the tv in his Tardis shirt, watching Mr. Bean.  An elaborate train track (partly made up of Terry Pratchett's Discworld books) surrounds him.  He likes Dr Who, original Loony Toons, Hairspray, Star Trek, Wallace And Gromit, and all things Pixar.  In the car, he sings along to Abba, Muse, The Raconteurs (Steady As She Goes is a favorite), and assorted show tunes.  He changes his underwear multiple times a day so that he can show off not only Lightning McQueen and Thomas the Train, but also Batman. 
     His train setups are completely crazy.  Some of the multi-layer bridges he creates rival things I've seen (briefly) in L.A.  He uses books, blocks, toys ... anything really.  The kid is one inventive little dude.  His attention span is usually about two seconds, but he can work on those track designs with the concentration of a NASA scientist.
     There's some store of boundless energy that he's managed to tap.  Wish I could get some.  From the moment he wakes up, he's awake, and running.  The kid never quits.  He runs, he jumps, he bounces, he's always doing something.  It can get a little wearing, really.  He eats whenever he has time, and drinks tons of milk, yet has practically no body fat.  I wonder how many calories he burns in a day?  It has to be thousands.
     What's the point here?  I dunno.  He's stubborn as all get-out, and horrendously contrary, but in the end, when he's being irritating, I just have to remind myself:  my nephew is one cool kid.