This morning over breakfast (trail mix and juice for him, coffee for me) Nolan announced:
“For Christmas I am going to buy you with my own money an electric pencil sharpener and a t-shirt that says, ‘YOU ROCK!’.”

Of course now we’re arguing about music:
“Is this even Michael Jackson?” He asks, wrinkling his nose and brow.
“Uh, no,” I said. “It’s Josh Ritter.”
“Well, he’s no Michael Jackson.”
“Thank God.”