Cannon Turns Seven

Cannon does "Blue Steel".
Happy birthday to one of the most wildly entertaining people I've ever met.  He is now seven years old, but seems much older.  A couple of weeks ago he and I stayed home from church because both he and Peter were not feeling well.  We had a little photo shoot.

He is very in touch with his emotions.  Can someone get this kid an agent?

He loves to learn about science-- here are a few "Science Facts" he wrote while reading a science book.

 

Good stuff.

And being the Renaissance Man that he is, he also sings.  This was a couple of months ago.

Here's a story.  Faith purchased these squirt guns with her own money for Cannon for his birthday.  I know it's not really polite to say how much a gift cost, but these were about eight guns for less than three dollars.  But this is the reaction he gave.

 Next he opened this gift from Abe and I.  And I quote, "Oh, a Zombie Strike gun...well, hooray."

I thought it would be a bigger hit than it was.  At one point I think I heard him say it was lame.  I questioned him and he said, "No, Mom, it's (air quotes) "Lame".  That means it's not lame.

Hmmm.

It's what he wanted.  I think my children just ask for a remote control something when they don't know what to ask for.  Perhaps I should direct their attentions elsewhere.

One of the absolute worst renditions of "Happy Birthday" ever.  Truthfully, I don't think we even finished the song.  The song just died a slow, horrible, moaning death.

It was so bad, that I demanded a do-over, in nice voices.  That turned somewhat operatic.  However, it was an improvement.

Elinor spent a long time today making him a camoflauge cake.  It was quite the work of art.

How blessed we are to have Cannon in our lives.  Happy birthday to the Happy Chappy.