“I just want a kid’s soul. I don’t want to be an adult.”  – about school

“Remember when I acted differently in the second grade? I was just trying some things out.”  – about school

“I love everything about you except your farts.” – to me

“I don’t feel like Eliot Eliot, you know?” – about school

“When I’m at school it’s like I’m already acting like a teenager and I just want to be a kid.” – about school

“I like talking with you at night. I don’t know why, I just like it.” – to me

He sings in the shower. Last song I heard him sing was Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles.

When I showed him an old video of The Rolling Stones and Mick Jagger dancing he quickly said, yeah yeah that’s enough.

He loves Minecraft and Minecraft videos and Minecraft songs.

We argue about design at Ikea.

He wants to be a chef, a farmer (like on a sanctuary) and/or a video game designer.

He loves graphic novels.

He love balloons.

He freaks out over sloths. Uncontrollable love.