Yahoo #2 is a spectacular child. Funny, mischievous, and spectacularly quick-whitted. He's into reading, saying big words, and smiles with his eyes. He's an analytical thinker and enjoys math. If he could, this Yahoo would wear nothing but "jammies." His first words of each day are: "Can we have Jammie day?" (I wonder what the school would do if I let him go to school every day wearing jammies? Blame the parents of course!)
Yahoo #2 has become particular about his clothing, which is okay because I too am particular about my clothing. He adores anything sweat-pantish, dislikes jeans to the extent of moving-out upon any demand to wear them, and will not wear a shirt with a collar.
This spectacular Yahoo has taught me the wisdom of that term "pick your battles." He doesn't wear jeans or collars any more because I've chosen the play-the-piano battle over the wear-jeans-and-collars battle. It's a fair trade, I'd say.
Yesterday was this Yahoo's birthday. He's a spectacular seven.