In other news, this person is now halfway to thirty:

He arrived in our lives eight days late and he's kept a casual way about him ever since. 

[One week ago]

"Do you want to go out for dinner for your birthday?"

"I don't know."

[Four days ago]

"Do you want a cake?"

"Not really."

[This morning -- I bring him a hard-boiled egg with googly eyes sticking out of it for breakfast in bed]

"Happy birthday, Beast."

[One eye opens]

"Love you, Mom."

[Falls back asleep. Eons go by. A comet destroys all humanity. Dinosaurs re-take the earth.]

[He sits up]

"Dad, I finally figured out what I wanted for lunch."

[His father gurgles from the grave]

"Seriously, Dad? I have to make my own hot dog?"