Why Cass is Cooler than his Parents

Well, for one, he doesn't have to peddle when we ride bikes. He can just sit there looking all chill and unconcerned in his neato seat. I particularly love when he points in the direction he would like me to go. He can play in the backyard naked. I guess, technically, we could too, though I don't think the neighbors would think it was as cute.
Cass is shaping up to be quite the Renaissance Man-Baby. He jots little scribbles in a notebook (we're pretty sure it's poetry), and he has a green thumb, already studying the fineries of botany, horticulture, and landscape design. Ryan and I, why we just planted our first basil plants this year.
He looks better than I do I my own sunglasses.
He can wear overalls without looking like a hillbilly.
Cass plays the drums. Seriously plays. I played the clarinet for all of five minutes in the sixth grade. He already has twice the rhythm--although many would argue that's not a difficult feat, even for a one-year-old.