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A couple of things have happened recently to remind me that Carter is most certainly our child.

• At Carter's school, the teachers always have an activity out for the kids to work on as soon as they arrive. Sometimes it is an art project, sometimes it is puzzles or other manipulatives. This morning, Carter was particularly excited to get to school. He burst into his classroom, but abruptly came to a stop and looked disappointed. His teacher said, "Oh, he must have thought it was an art morning. He always gets excited like that for art!" Apparently, not so much for the large-ish-lego things they were working on this morning. I do art projects with Carter at home, but I didn't really know that he had a particular interest in art. It makes sense, though, given his crafty mom and artsy dad.

• At our parent-teacher conference last week, the teacher made a point to tell us how much Carter likes to read. Apparently, they all just think its adorable that when they have free time, he'll grab a book, recline on the mini sofa and prop his feet up. The book-loving comes from both of us. The couch-reclining from Thomas and the feet propping from me.

• Occasionally, we'll accidentally leave the salt cellar where Carter can reach it. He unfailingly takes a pinch and happily eats it. This morning was no exception. He definitely gets the love of salt from me. Pepper, on the other hand, is Thomas' seasoning of choice.