Just as Jennifer's real brother is quite the little prophet, so is her step-brother, Mikey. He is 12 years old.
Last night Jennifer and I were getting some chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream for a midnight snack. Mikey was completely uninterested in the decadent fare, but observed quietly, finally asking, "Why do girls eat ice cream when they get depressed?" I don't think Jennifer and I were eating it for this reason, but it was still a valid observance.
He knows more than he'll ever realize, and doesn't need us to tell him the answer to that. He'll learn one day.
