Avril Lavigne
So the other night at dinner, Isaac does what I call "dropping a bomb."

No, it's not what you're thinking, although he does that occasionally at dinner too.

What I'm talking about is little sayings or expressions he comes up with out of the blue. Clearly they have been spinning around in his mind for a few minutes (or maybe even hours or days), and then they kind of pop out.

So at dinner, he looks up and says "I'm very complicated."

What can you do but laugh?

It was, however, a startling level of self awareness for someone who turns 3 years old in 2 weeks.

So I figure if he already understands fundamental truths about himself at 3, he's probably going to be well into Anthony Robbins, or Trascendental Meditation, or Eastern Mysticism by the time he hits Kindergarten.

In other words, if anybody is planning to send him clothes any time soon, maybe you'll consider a nice set of saffron coloured robes.

The worst part will be him trying to psychoanalyze the other school kids in JK.

No, the worst part will be him trying psychoanalyze us.

No. The absolute worst part will be him telling the Elementary School Prinicipal that he/she suffers from a 'rigid authoritarian complex arising from unresolved parent/child hostility and lingering unadressed self-esteem issues.'

Because you know it's going to happen.