S is for Spencer.

My little brother Spencer turned four earlier this month. And he knows what he likes.

For example, right now he is a jersey fanatic. He likes to wear them every day. Thankfully his brother Blake is about the same size so Spencer thinks that they should share jerseys. This doubles the different number of teams that Spence can wear on any given day. Widens the rotation, if you will. And Spencer will.

Blake came home from school one day to find Spencer in his "Raisins" (Baltimore Ravens) jersey. Indignantly he told Spencer to take it off.

"Nope," Spencer told him matter-of-fact. "It's mine. See? It says S right here."

He was pointing to the bottom of his jersey.

Size small. Whatever. Spencer was darn sure that "S" was for Spencer. And off he went, shaking his little head that his poor brother Blake could be so clueless.

Thanksgiving Day Spence was Tom Brady (another of Blake's jerseys). He wanted to be Brady the day before but some cunning older brother talked him out of it by persuading him that Tom Brady stinks. Today he felt differently, and if you merely mentioned that Tom Brady stinks you were likely to provoke tears.

Because Spencer knows what he likes. And on Thanksgiving he liked Tom Brady.

It's clear in this picture how he felt about taking a photo with Lauren. Clearly not on his to-do list at the moment.

Like I said, Spencer knows what he likes. Photography might not be on that list.