Crazy, cool and magical

These days, anything good in the world is either crazy, cool or magical.

Yesterday, two wire hangers were "magical" because he hooked them together such that the second one was "floating." Last week, Eric and John were driving to school when a car zipped past and cut them off. John retorted that "that's a crazy car." "Crazy" also applies to anything you might say that's, well, crazy. John seems to understand the nuances of these words extremely well, and applies them appropriately.

Things that are good are, for the most part, cool. "Look at this cool picture I made" is common, as is "Look at my cool train." Alter his train tracks into an unexpected shape, and he'll inform you that "That's a crazy track!"


For Eric's birthday, John made him a card. When Eric woke up and came downstairs, John said, without prompting, "Happy Birthday Daddy!". In general, his awareness of social situations is improving quite a bit, and he's quicker to both grasp the importance of a social response (waving to someone you know walking down the street or saying Hello), and to actually give that response. He's also figured out rudimentary clothes-matching, though his range of expertise seems to be red shirt + blue pants or blur shirt + blue pants.


Aside from all this, Eric's birthday was pleasant, but marred by the following:

1. The Gators lost
2. The Dolphins lost
3. His hockey team lost