I cannot tell you how many times I interact with Little Man and think, "wow, he's a genius!" Case in point: The other day he was telling me about being an astronaut and how there is no gravity in his rocketship. Wha? Ok, I know he doesn't know what gravity is so conceptually, it falls a little short but he knows that gravity is something and there isn't any in space! Hello, genius much? Don't worry folks, I'm quickly crash-landed back to earth and reminded he isn't a genius when the very next day he stands, literally, 4 inches from his potty seat & proceeds to pee his pants and pee all over the floor - all the while calling upstairs to me (where I'm changing Urban Cowbaby's diaper) "Mama, I'm peeing my pants!" (SIGH)
Urban Cowboy has begun training for his next major running endeavor. He's going to run an Ultra-Marathon in September. What is that, you ask? He's going to run for 24 hours (straight) and the idea is to run the most possible miles in that amount of time. Yes, I did marry a crazy man.