Owned

So Sunday night at the Sprayberry house is documentary night. Cayden picks one out while we are cooking dinner, then we all pile downstairs to eat in front of the projector and watch a random science and nature show. We both love and hate this tradition. It is so awesome to share our love of all things biological with Cayden, but frustrating to answer rapid fire questions because he is still becoming accustomed to the idea that listening to the dialogue of the show might be informative. This week he picked the Life of Bird's Meat Eater episode. One scene shows vultures cruising the African Savannah searching for meat, and Cayden heard David Attenborough mention 'searching'. He immediately asked three times in a row, "What is it searching for?". As soon as he paused for breath I responded, "meat" (because they are scavengers and not hunting anything in particular). After a brief pause, my son says in a near-scathing tone of voice, "Yeah I know meat Mommy, the episode is called Meat Eaters. What KIND of meat?".

The teen years are going to be so awesome.

Victory

After years of asking Cayden "Can I shave your head?" and years of him answering "Um..no thanks." he finally agreed. With enthusiasm. In the middle of dinner. So I bundled him into the bathroom and shaved him down to the sound of my wife quietly sobbing in the other room.

It may or may not stand the test of time as a hairdoo that suits him but for the next couple of months of new baby, summertime pools, sweaty kid heads, and beach bumming, it'll certainly be easier than the Neo-Beatles look he's been sporting since he could grow hair.