The boy woke up this morning spouting percentages. I'd say that was a little unusual - especially for he-who-steers-clear-of-intentional-math. Maybe it's the looming FCAT next week. Perhaps he's dreaming of equations...
Anyway, for some reason, he decided to analyze personalities this morning.
According to him, Darling Man is 30% serious and 70% goofy.
He, himself, is 95% goofy and 5% serious.
And me? 30% goofy and 70% serious.
My face must have fallen a little (I have to be the responsible parent most of the time, making him clean his room, do homework, discipline - while daddy gets to be the fun parent), because he perked right up, put his hand on my knee and said, "Annnnddd... you're 100% SMART!"
At least he thinks "smart" is a good thing.