I Have Become a Stereotype

I am about to brag about my son. I know that some people can't abide that sort of thing, and if you're one of them, you probably ought to skip directly to the next post on your friends page, which, I'm sure, has something to do with Ron, Luna, Roman Polanski, and maybe Buckbeak.

This morning, when it was time to wake up Leo, my wife said to him: "It's October first! Do you know what that means?"

Leo replied, "Thirty days to my birthday!"

He's going to be five, so I am kind of impressed that he figured out the "thirty days" thing on his own.