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So called because he never slept more that 45 minutes at a time until after his third birthday. A package of contradictions, he will only wear camo, says when he grows up he is going to play football, then join the army, smoke for real and have a Black Widow American Chopper. But he still goes to bed each night with a nappy (formerly) white teddy bear named Wo. For a long time he had an imaginary friend named Astrobat, "half human, half vampire, half robot". I asked him the other day where Astrobat had been, and without missing a beat he says, "Oh, he moved. To another planet. With his parents and his brother. But we still talk on the phone. I'll probably go visit him this summer." This morning when I woke him up, still hugging his teddy bear, the first thing he said was, "You know Mom, I just love the taste of cigars." What?!? Books? According to my mom, they have been my obsession since I was able to sit up in my crib. (The no sleeping thing? Boyo comes by it honest, he just was never willing to sit alone and look at books.) I remember going to the library when I was very young, looking around and thinking that once I had read every book there, I'd know all there was to know. It seemed so attainable, but then I found out there were millions more books out there in the world and I'd never be able to read them all. I was so disappointed.