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I wonder if Dylan will eat like his uncle Justin. (Sometimes I think he already is.)

I wonder if he'll be double-jointed like his uncle Jared and bend his fingertips back to his wrist without realizing it.

I wonder when the bald spot on the back of his head will fill in with hair (or the front, for that matter). And is his hair pattern now indicative of what it will be like when he's 40?

I wonder if he'll be as enthralled by books as his cousins Cora and David. And read as much as his Gramma and uncle Justin?

I wonder if he'll enjoy puzzles as much as his Grammy and Megan.

I wonder if he'll like all of the venison that Grandpa gives us.

I wonder what it will feel like to watch him hit his first baseball or hole-in-one, catch his first fish, write his first program, or build his first computer.

I wonder if he'll enjoy Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts as much as I did.

I wonder if he'll enjoy hanging out with his old man as much as I do with mine.

I wonder what his voice will sound like. I already know what kind of temper tantrums I have to look forward to.

I wonder if he'll be a band geek, a sports nut, or a foodie; or if he'll want to take care of those in need.

I wonder what his generation will do to set itself apart from mine. What kind of music will they like? Will I be able to call it "music"? What sort of crazy fashions will come and go? Insane body modifications? Who knows?

I wonder what I'll be thinking about the first time I'm waiting for him to come home past curfew.

I wonder a lot of things.