Of Brain Juice and Dog Lick

Last night Superman and I had what I believe was our first teen angst drama. And yes, he is still only seven. Hold me.
He had been sent to his room for pouting/begging/being generally bratty about not getting what he wanted. He threw his bookbag onto the couch and stomped off down the hall. I braced for the door slam, because that is one thing I will not tolerate, but he closed the door, and then…and then…turned on his radio. I stood in the kitchen listening as the music got louder, and I laughed. That was such a typical teenager thing to do. Where he got this, I have no idea. I don’t think the kids on iCarly do that…they don’t seem to have any dorky parents around pissing them off. I guess it’s just something in the DNA? Anyway, he came out a little later and shot nerf darts at me until I launched a counter attack and made him laugh.
As we sat at the table for dinner, I realized the music was still blaring in his room, and Superman informed me that the song is “called Damn Girl”. Nice. I love me some rap, but I’m afraid that I have started turning my kid gangster just a little too early.

It seems like every time I post, Superman has bestowed a gem upon me during one of our many viewings of the classic and educational show, America’s Funniest Home Videos. This post is no different.
Last night Superman was narrating the montage of people and animals falling down and up staircases and ladders. “There goes the kitty. Oh, that’s gotta hurt. OH, no, etc, etc”.
When a woman in a nun costume fell down the stairs, he said, “Uh oh. There goes Jesus’s Mother.”

A few other things:

In the bathtub,
S: “Mommy, will my brain get water on it?”
M: “What?”
S: “And, that would be a no. Because it’s already in the brain juice!”

After Penny sniffed and tasted one of the action figure firey dart thingies that he shot at us while we sat on the couch,
“Oh, no one will want that now. It has dog lick on it.”