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I haven't had the heart to post something here and bump down that picture of Brennan eating cake. I am sure it will go down in history as one of my most favorites.

Went to Chicago this past weekend. MSU was playing Northwestern and it was the perfect opportunity to get out of dodge. Unlike Jack who is an amazing car traveler, B is not in favor of the car ride.

Somewhere along the way Joe and I made a silent agreement we would never expose our children to a children's music CD. Literally, our boys have never spent an afternoon jamming out to some crappy, cheery, high-pitched awfulness. Instead, Jack and Brennan have only listened to our CDs. The Cure was always a must have for traveling with J. B is currently favoring Radiohead and Outkast.

Brennan doesn't necessarily hate the driving. If we move steadily -- with no red lights even -- he can go with it. But get him in traffic on Lakeshore or in a standstill on I-94 just north of Kalamazoo and he's d-for-done. The slow-building shriek and tears won't end until traffic picks up until at least 60 mph. It got so bad I almost got sick of Radiohead ... almost.

B did. He didn't want food (completely unlike him); he didn't want "Hey ya!"; he didn't want his family to poorly sing him the alphabet song. He just wanted out. And today when we ran to Walmart, he let me know quickly he wasn't interested in riding in the car.

He's not shy when it comes to what he wants.