mercedes (the housekeeper) just left the house for about 10 minutes and returned w/ her youngest son, Oba - age 6. he sat on the couch in the living room where i was sitting. i was eating ice cream, and i felt bad eating it in front of a little kid, so i went to mercedes and asked if i could offer him some ice cream. her response was, 'no. no, he does nothing.'
he is SIX.
ps. his two front teeth are platinum.

ok. this happened a bit later. i was sitting in my room, typing an email to sisterpants, and i hear him say, (and he has that weird little kid gravely voice thing going on) "you like to type." it caught me off guard and i said, "what? oh yeah, type. i was writing an email. to my sister." (and i added the sister part like i was guilty and that made my offence better. and then he points at this old timey typewriter i have and says, "i see that you like to type." and i replied, 'oh, yeah, the typewriter." then he said "good evening." and he left.
five minutes later he showed up in my doorway again and said, "may i type?" i told him sure and i put paper in there and he noodled around a little bit. his approach to written language is transcendental. i gave him what nunsense he managed to mash onto paper and he seemed really pleased and thanked me and left w/ typings. he abandoned the paper somewhere between here and the front door.