It is 2:28 AM and I can't sleep. so I will just tell you a couple things, I have to get that thyroid post pushed down the line. It is giving me stress with all the whining.
So my suspicions of Brock being a genius might be correct. We have called him an evil genius for years, but last week, he was told my phone number 3 times and had it memorized. He did the same thing with his dad's number. This could be a lot of fun. I started wondering when he was one year old and could unlock doors with a butter knife. I don't know where the genius/no fear of consequences correlate, though. He gets in serious trouble every time he runs to someone's house, yet he still goes. And he makes up stories like,"I am five (which he is not) and my mom said I'm big enough to come over by myself."
I felt better though when a friend told me her son who slashed all four of the neighbors station wagon tires with a knife is now a doctor.
He better do something that makes a lot of money, I'm starting a tab.
