Random Connor stuff

No real theme to this post, other than the strange and funny world of Connor. As some of you may know, Connor's favorite activity is putting matchbox cars down a ramp. It's really more of a state of mind than an activity at this point. If he's not doing anything else, he just sort of defaults to putting cars down the ramp. Well, the other day we were getting onto the highway (many Houston stories begin this way) and Connor began demanding, as is his wont, that I go fast. Jamie, having often demanded the same explained, a little wearily, that I couldn't because we were on a ramp. Something clicked in Connor's brain and his eyes widened and he said, voice pregnant with excitement, "We-we-we-we-we-we-WEEE going down RAMP?" Livin' the dream, man. These are Houston boys, no doubt.

Connor is also coming to grips with numbers. He has basically two categories: More, which is signified by the number six, and less, which is referred to as one. Generally speaking six is better than one, as it might be mobilized to ask for, for instance, six gummy bears. Recently, Sarah was picking him up at school and he was outside playing having a good time. She told him it was time to leave in one minute. "No, no, no, no, I want..." Now his face began twisting with concentration as he starting trying to command the wee fingers on his hand to stand up in some kind of order. After some considerable effort 3 fingers popped up together and he said... "SIX!!!"