Stellan wanted to color. He went to the printer, hit “copy” and with nothing in it to copy, it spit out a blank sheet of paper.
He thinks the printer is a paper dispenser. And he’s figured out how to make it work for him.
I can’t decide if I should be proud of his ingenuity or disturbed at the automated world he’s been born into.
Stellan turned three on Sunday. We celebrated Saturday and Sunday had ice cream and today he took brownies to co-op. On the way home the Krispy Kreme light was on and we stopped for free donuts. He thinks it’s been his birthday for daaaaays!
Stellan is funny and energetic and loves weaponry like being able to use it is the biggest thing to attain to in life. He lives for the day that he can use a sharp knife and carries a plastic pistol around in his homemade holster all day every day. He loves to sing, play with play dough, and he loves his co-op and Awana classes. He attributes numbers to items accurately, can spell his first and middle names, but not his last one no matter how hard he tries. He would live off of cheese, hard boiled eggs, green beans, and hotdogs if I let him.
Happy birthday, Stellan Wyatt. We love you dearly.