So, now we're a pride?

Oh yes he did. He went there. We were just talking about the resiliency of kids and how when Ryan was little there were several "mishaps" that happened to him. A can of Pepsi accidently skimmed his forehead (that was my fault), he fell out of the high chair (that was all Steve and a farther distance, thank you very much) and fell out of a swing face first into sand (that one was Grammy!). And we were remarking on how those things (and many others) haven't seemed to affect him very much at the ripe old age of 15. Steve said, "in fact, he's kind of cocky. You know this reminds me of a pride. When a lioness has one male he pushes the boundaries of the dominant male. The "lion king" will only take so much of it before he tells the young lion to get the hell out and find his own place." Um, yeah, it's like this at my house. The young lion and the lion king and I swear these conversations actually take place.