Z is my oldest boy (2004). And he is something else. Smart as a whip! Sweet, loving, tender-hearted (almost too much so).....and all boy. Rowdy, rambunctious, smart-mouthed, AT-TI-TUDE (which I'm told only gets worse), but my sweet boy all the same. Easy-going (except when his baby brother annoys him - all the time if you believe Z), well-mannered, a real gentleman-in-training. I am very proud of him. But occasionally.....
2. He waited til Day 2 of Second Grade to get into trouble. Orange though, not red. High hopes are still in place (though maybe not quite so high.)
3. Z just came running into the kitchen, bleeding from the mouth, yet grinning from ear to ear. "Guess what M did, Mom! He bounced on my face and knocked out my tooth!" Fortunately, it was already loose, but....."bounced on [his] face?" Seriously???? (10/23/2011)
4. Z is learning about measurements in school -- you know, using a paper clip for "inch," a ruler for "foot," etc. He and M saw a jet's vapor trail and started yelling "ROCKET SHIP!!!" I explained, No, it was from a Navy plane like they see on TV that flies really, really fast. Z asked how high it was. Me, not wanting to be an idiot in front of my son, said, "Oh, 30, 40, 50 Thousand feet." His response? "WOW! That's A LOT of RULERS!!!" Priceless!