He's Radioactive. That explains a lot.

Rakes, ever since he could walk, has been on a never ending quest to do things people tell him he can't accomplish.

When his sister told him he couldn't ride a bike with no training wheels at the age of 2 1/2, he promptly asked me to take them off and with the exception of one wreck he was flying all over the street that same day.

When I told him I was going to throw over hand to him for the first time and let him know it was OK to miss but to just keep trying, he took the first ball I threw him right back up the middle and right off my gibleys.

Or the ever frequent "Rakes, don't do that or you'll hurt your brother!" uttered by myself, Ang, and Ciera on a daily basis that he never seems to hear as he puts yet another bruise on his brother. THIS one? Not really proud of him on, but at least he's consistent.

I'm guessing some kid on the bus told him that he could NEVER be a Superhero 'cause tonight he showed me his newest accomplishment.

Apparently, he wants to be Spider Man when he grows up.

Notice the look of complete utter joy on Trot's face in the background.

He'll be shimmying up the drain pipe by the weekend.

I do have 2 items of good news to report. First, after last nights Beer League Softball game the Sox won 13-12 in which approximately 137 hits happened between the 2 teams, the boys won 2-1 in a game that saw Buchholz go 8 fantastic innings and the winning run was courtesy of a bases loaded walk to Scenic who was pinch hitting for Papi.

Try saying THAT 5 times really fast.

Secondly? Rakes has learned to read. Read a 56 page book to me all by himself and the only word I had to help him with was ready.

Looks like all those nights I read to him while he asked me 589 questions and seemed to be more interested in whatever snack he was devouring at the time actually paid off.

Go figure.