He doesn't see the flurry of activity.
He doesn't notice the time.
And he expects me to stop and watch him flare his nostrils.
Last week Will informed us that he is the second best-looking boy in the 4th grade at his school.
"Oh, who is the best looking boy?"
"And who told you that you were the second best-looking boy?"
(PS. I changed the name above to protect the identity of the best-looking boy at school. There is only one person I know who would name his son Stokely and he lives in Oklahoma.)