NEVER say Never? (Connor age 4)

I remember a receint call I made to the America house....I call often because I know that most of the time one or all of the boys can't or won't want to talk to me. So I figure that if I call a million times a week, one boy may want to talk to me once. It feeds the ATA urges. I called Megan & was talking for a while and heard little Connor in playing or asking for food in the background (both forms of growling sound the same). I asked if I could talk to the boy, but when Megan handed him the phone; I heard a commotion, running start and trailing cry, "NEVER!!!!"

Sad sad day!

The Loop Holes of Beatings

CONNOR, MEG & BRYANT (July 2009)

I was on the phone the other day talking to the boys...or at least attempting to. I'd had a brief chat with Bryant and a grunt from Connor, and was about to finish up with their Mum when I heard a ruccus and some Connor whimpers in the background. This is not uncommon when I call the America house, but I wanted to make sure no one was being killed, so I asked Megan what was going on. She was too distracted to answer, but I hear her frantically yelling,

"STOP BEATING YOUR BROTHER! USING HIS HANDS COUNTS!"

With the Bryant's talent to find these loop holes, I think he should become a lawyer.

CONNOR’S DEEP LOVE FOR DEEP DISH

CONNOR: Age 2-3

This is an account that I was not present for, but is very descriptive of our young feral boy, nonetheless. As you will see from this story, our nickname of Connor is quite appropriate (*for those reading that don’t know, a feral is an untamed, wild beast that follows its own agenda and is not easily dissuaded from its primal instincts).
One night at the America house, the family had sat down to a nice pizza dinner at the kitchen table. Connor was 2 or 3 at the time and comfortably eating out of his high chair adjacent to the table (it may or may not have been the first time he had partaken of deep dish cuisine, but it was the first time he revealed his undying devotion to it).
As the pizza began to dwindle and everyone was enjoying their second or third slice, Connor felt threatened by the loss of this beautiful cuzine, so he pulled the entire box onto his chair’s table top. If anyone dared reach for a slice, he protected his prize with a fierce growl as he gnashed his teeth at the enemy. You think I’m joking? Maybe exaggerating? Not so. There are many witnesses of the threatened animal snarls that erupted from the tiny boy’s throat…scouts honor!