Here is what I wrote about him in Bedtime Stories: 

"Chet is  our opposite  in almost all things.  He’s a  chubby  love ball quick-crawling  to every single friend or stranger in his path.  His charm is so genuine and infectious.  I may be a little biased but to me he’s a genetically engineered hybrid of  Bobby Kennedy, Muhammad Ali and Elvis.  

The Caetano song is the perfect portrait of my son.  I  memorized it when I was teaching in Brazil, so far from him and his sister.  After the fourth day away I was beginning to re-member, albeit dimly,   the timbre of my life  before marriage, kids and divorce.  I’d heard  the song for years and knew that it was one of  Caetano’s  most popular but it was only on this trip, after I had taught myself  Portuguese, that I understood what he was saying:
 

I love watching you little lion,
Walking under the sun.
I like you so much little lion.
You take the  sadness out of my heart, little lion,
Just by meeting you on the path.

A lion cub is not only cute, any baby ani-mal is cute, but a lion cub is also  goofy  and yet at the same time full of the promise of nobility and magnificence. That’s all that I see in my son.   

I forced the unfortunate Brazilians at the screenwriting workshop with me  to patiently teach me  all the words and that very first night back home it was my new lullaby for the kids.  Ava, as usual, laid motionless in her tod-dler sleigh bed until I finished the song and leaned over her . That’s when her arms rose and captured my neck.  I kissed her twice and she turned into her pillow with a smile.

Chet, on the other hand, had kicked off the blanket I had just tucked around him in his crib and was sitting up and smiling at me.

Go to bed, now.

I wrestled him into my arms and held him against his squirming  as I sang him the song again.  By the time I delivered him back to his crib he’d been tranquilized, and nuzzled his tiny nose against my bicep.  Not this night, but often, he would mistake it for a breast and tickle me by trying  to take a sip."