I'm a hippie

As I nursed and rocked Coleman to sleep last night, like every night, I listened to the conversation between Caden and his Daddy.  Some nights I hear the frustration in their voices because they are tired, some nights they are silly and it is funny, and on other nights it is sweet and melts my heart.  Last night it was funny. The following is part of the conversation:
Caden: I am a Hodges
David: Yes you are
Caden: I am a hippie
Daivd (with a smile I can hear in his voice): yes you are
Caden: Daddy, mommy and Coleman are hippies too. We are all hippies.

It is funny to think that a year ago I was worried that he didn't talk a lot. He talked but wasn't really putting words together in phrases. Now there are days that I wonder, "when did he grow up?" He is super smart....way smarter than any other 2 year old (ha ha I'm just kidding). He frustrates me but I try to remind myself that he is most frustrating when I am putting to much pressure on him to be older than he is.
I need to remind myself....he is only 2, he is only 2.....and
I need to tell him "what a great job you are doing," and "wow that is awesome! you are only 2!"

What hippie doesn't want to be naked?