|(God moron = godmorgon = good morning in Swedish)|
He can eat an ice cream cone without making a huge mess. Sometimes. Clean his room. Well, sort of. The other day he was counting: "twenty-eight, twenty-nine, twenty-ten." I corrected him. He continued: "thirty-eight, thirty-nine, thirty-t..." He caught himself, and asked me what was next. Continued, and figured fifty out all on his own. Somehow that made me a little sad. Here he is riding his bike all on his own.