Seven takes after me...i.e., he is not as coordinated as his father and older brother. Lately he has been riding his scooter outside a lot and, as all kids do when they're learning, crashing a lot.
This has resulted in a lot of bumps and bruises, which have convinced Seven that he's QUOTE (and yes, this is a direct quote): "falling apart!" UNQUOTE. This entire week, all I've heard is that "this hurts" and "that hurts" and so on and so forth.
Mr. G: Seven says he thinks he's going to throw up.
Me: Seven is a hypochondriac.
Mr. G: Well we know where he gets that, don't we?
Me: Of course we do, we know exactly which side he gets that from.
Seven: I didn't get it from that side, I got it from when Dad was spinning me around.
That makes me feel a little better. On a separate note, Seven is amazing about catching bugs and critters, see what he plucked off of our wall this morning: