Last night, during a rare quiet moment at dinner, Tyler said "So, Mama, are you coming to my birthday party?" Shawn and I busted out laughing so hard I had a hard time swallowing my dinner. First off, you don't expect a two-year old to feel the need to fill the void of a silent moment with random thoughts outloud. Not to mention that he's got a long wait if he's already taking polls for who is coming to his birthday. The mature way he started this question really caught us off guard. Finally, the fact that he was dead serious and acted insulted with our immature reaction to such an honest question, telling us "You not funny, Dada. You not funny, Mama." Maybe he is a misunderstood genius. Nah, he's just Tyler, focused on his birthday because he loves cake and singing the happy birthday song.