Her three-year-old stuck both hands in his jeans pockets and looked down, reflecting upon what he’d done.

“I’m sorta like a man,” he said. “Cause see, I have my hands in my pants…like a man.”

His swagger suggested a hint of pride in his accomplishment. His stance. He rocked back and forth on the balls of feet, satisfied.

We all want to be like someone.

Who do you want to be like?  What trait do you see in that other that most impresses you?