Ah, Connor

There is a sense in which Connor is clearly aware that being blonde and cute makes his life pretty easy. He's more or less straight up admitted that he knows he can get away with things because he's cute. Maybe it's not related, but there is this slightly endearing cluelessness about things sometimes with Connor, as if he can leave the details to other people to work out. He's confused about when Sarah's coming back and keeps asking if it's going to be today or tomorrow, despite the fact that I've explained this a bunch of times. And just when I think he's growing out of it, the other morning I put a t-shirt on him with a large gorilla. He pointed at it and said, "Oooh! Is that a fox?!!" Ah, Connor.