Catalog of Emotions

So, Declan has been working on some "looks." He's already got the "leave me alone, mom" look down, much to my dismay. But his repertoire is expanding rapidly. Here's what we worked on this afternoon:

My cue to him was to imagine he's at a bar, being cooler than everyone else.

Hey. What's up? Don't answer that --  I don't care. You can go away now. Or stay. Whatever. Buy me a drink.

 Nailed it.

Then I asked him what he'd do if he saw The Cult open up for the Foo Fighters.

Rock and rooolllllll!!!

Textbook rock face and hands there. You can see the fingers almost sticking up to show his pleasure with the amount of rock he's pretending absorb. He's destined to be a rocker.

Then I told little Declan to imagine himself on his first motorcycle, with the wind in his hair (if he has any by then), enjoying some two-wheeled freedom.

Braaaaapppp!

Perfection.

Then I rained on his parade a little, and asked what he'd do if while he was on that motorcycle ride someone drove up next to him, windows down, blaring the Black Eyed Peas on their stereo.

Let's NOT get it started in here.

Slam dunk.


To cap it off, I told him to imagine his mom was someone far less cool.

*Tear*

This kid is good.