This little gem was uttered by my husband the other day, and it's funny because it's likely true!
It's constantly amazing to me how two boys from the same parents can be so completely and utterly different.
Corben is a complex individual. And I wouldn't be surprised if "I am a complex individual" were his first words. I also wouldn't be surprised if he looked up at me and said those words sometime next week. Corben always has a look in his eyes that makes you think that he knows way more than you do. He looks at ceiling fans, but I don't think it's because they're black against white and visually stimulating - he's either trying to figure out how they work, or figuring out how to improve upon their design. Likely both. Corben is going to be the guy who figures out some fancy dancy machine to revolutionize the way we do things. Everything.
And Griffin? Griffin is going to be the kid who steals his brother's machine, and figures out how to use it to move the entire contents of the Principal's office onto the roof of the school.
And I will be the mother who gets called to the Principal's office one day, and will be equally proud of both my boys - the strong, smart, quiet one who reminds me of myself, and the crazy one who is "creative," daring, and reminds me daily of his father, and why I fell in love with him.