I am very tempted to rename Son ‘Commander’ in this blog (because he is so bloody bossy!) but will refrain from doing so at the moment – well at least until he and I settle our power ratio arrangement. As you can see, for me this presents a bit of a challenge as he has a habit of standing in the sky!
There is another character here who is somewhat commander-ish: the tallest emu. His resemblance to Son is uncanny in so many ways. I admire them both for their courage and skill in not quite conforming. You see, not quite conforming is a clever way of not conforming at all, but still belonging.
This tallest of our emus, for example, doesn’t like cabbage (and, according to all of my research, there is no such thing as an emu who doesn’t like cabbage). I finally tried lettuce with him and he looked at me, condescendingly, as if to say, ‘about time you figured it out.’
Come to think of it, Son doesn’t like cabbage either, but I think that might be quite normal for non-emus!
jmgoyder 
A very uncanny resemblence … and I am sure it’s a good thing son disconnected tfrom the blog …
hehe!
All teens boss their mothers. Must be hormonal 🙂
Yeah, but your son looks much more gentle than mine!
Hi,
I can certainly relate, I don’t like cabbage either. 😀
Oh, you don’t know what you’re missing – hehe!
Hahaha! The resemblance is uncanny.
My goose Polly used to eat cabbage and collards in winter because there was never any grass. Since I got my new Embdens, who will not touch the stuff, now she won’t eat it either! So what are they eating so as not to starve over the winter? All my lovely perennials and shrubberies!!! 😐
~ Lynda
Those fickle birds – ha!
Which one is the emu?
The first one, silly!