Over the last several days, Noah and I have disagreed about three things:
1) Whether or not Hitler was awesome.
2) Whether or not Truman should have authorized dropping atomic bombs on Japan.
3) Whether "More Than You Think I Am" is a good song or not.
He usually agrees with me, but I like that lately he's thinking for himself, forming and expressing his own opinions, and most of all, doing it respectfully. He always says, "I respect your opinion, Mom, but I disagree." Proof that I am raising a human, not a sheep.