Crazy Weird

He wears two pair of socks every day, which he pulls from a sock drawer that is so neat, it makes Martha look unorganized.
He hangs up everything, even his tee shirts, including the under-shirts.
He can't sleep on any sheets that have not been washed a million times.
He is obsessed with sports, I can't even put the obsession into words. I can't think of anything in the world that I love as much as he loves sports, except maybe him.
He licks his q-tip before cleaning his ear, a practice I will never understand.
He cannot leave the cap off the toothpaste and has to squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom of the tube....anyone who has ever brushed their teeth at our house knows this is the rule!
He can get rid of the hiccups for anyone- it involves near suffocation but anyone who has ever had the hiccups for more than 20 minutes does not care.
He is pretty quiet, I am the talker...obviously.
He doesn't let me take myself too seriously and is always saying funny stuff, like one time he told me I was "about 75% girl".
He can do a back flip.
He can draw.
He can tie a cherry stem in a knot with his tongue.

He's a weirdo just like me and I love him!