If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then Nolan heaped the flattery on Daddy yesterday. I was working on dinner in the kitchen when Nolan came sauntering in, carrying his little tool box with him. At each object or piece of furniture he would pause, set down his little box, and then take out a tool. Usually he reached for the hammer. He would give a little bang-bang and then keep moving, “fixing” everything as he went. It was so cute to see him being so boyish, so much like Daddy!