Yesterday, I drove Andrew and a friend to practice. We picked David up from school, first, and after acknowledging Andrew's friend, who was hard to miss as he was sitting in the back seat right next to him, David proceeded to sing the whole 25 minutes in the car. He was singing a musical version of "Chicka Chicka 123" from one of his favorite DVDs. Most of it was unintelligible, so it sounded something like "Dadadadada apple tree. Dadadadada 1 2 3."
After listening for quite some time, Andrew's friend finally remarked, "Did he do this for your whole drive to Chicago?" Andrew laughed and said that, in fact, he hadn't because he watched some movies in the car, but then added, "I have to say, having David for a brother is never boring."
That's right, Andrew, David certainly is not boring.