A Big Head

It was a beautiful morning for this first day of October. There wasn't a cloud in the sky as I drove my girlfriend's seven-year-old son to school. We were talking about sports and the upcoming week, when the conversation shifted, as it often does when O has a question or comment that seems to come at random.

"I like sitting here," he said cheerfully to me, as he leaned back in his seat.

I smiled, thinking he was probably just glad to be up in the front of the car and asked, "Is it because you like being the co-pilot?"

"No," he explained, "it's because your head blocks the sun from my eyes."