Tales of a First Grader

Cooper takes a shower by himself most nights. But sometimes Justin and I do a surprise visit...just to make sure he doesn't turn into the stinky kid at school. 

One evening after checking on him, I pulled back the shower curtain and tossed a washcloth in, saying loudly over the running water, "Here's a washcloth to wash your private parts." 

Cooper shouted back, "Do my nipples count?"

Ummm....

Cooper has computer class at least once a week (he's pretty good and it's one of his favorite things about school). One evening he asked me:

"How fast can you type? I can type at least 11 miles per hour."

Another evening, Cooper was excitedly describing his research project on the bottle nose dolphin to us. 

Cooper: "I haven't done lifespan yet but I'm thinking it's like 10-15 years."

Justin: "That's it?"

Cooper: "I don't think they live too long. I think their birthdays are like cats."

One Saturday afternoon last fall I walk in to see the boys playing football in Brayden's room. They do it all the time, though I've never witnessed it before. It is quite the spectacle and I alternate between being thoroughly entertained and cringing.  
A very heavy dresser with sharp edges = lots of stitches.

Brayden kept saying to Cooper: "You're so weak. And I'm so into it."

Cooper: "Yeah! I'm Tony Romo. He's been hurt twice and it's only the 12th week."

These are their football "outfits". And no I do not have any idea why.

My handsome young man.

I caught this embrace one morning as we were walking in to church...