I love my elder son sometimes.
Wait. That sounded wrong. I love him ALL the time, but sometimes he does something that makes me look at him more fondly than usual.
Like yesterday at his drum lesson. (I sit quietly and read my book during lessons now. He has gone far, far beyond the point where I can still read the drum notation along with him and it is pointless to pretend otherwise.) He was working on a tricky pattern and he finally got it. His teacher whooped and said "Well done! You got it! The world is your oyster!......or your lobster....."
First Born did not even look up. "The world is my cephalopod" he said, without missing a beat. Literally.
You have to love that boy.