When Lex wants help brushing his hair, because he can't get it to look quite the way he wants it to look, he says, "I want my everyday hair."
While pretend sword fighting with the foam swords that we bought for them at the Medieval Times in Dallas, Connor comes up with the best battle cries. Things like: "Eat my statistics!" or , "Bad idea, Shakespeare!"
Also, I got my hair trimmed last weekend, and now Connor says that he might be ready for a trim soon. And that he wants to get his hair cut short again before October. He wouldn't tell me what October has to do with short hair, so I don't know why that is the deadline.