Duuuuude, Look at the Planets! I am the Spaceman!

 
I am the walrus. Oh, I couldn't resist, even though we all know the walrus was Paul.

Here's Max enjoying the mind-bending qualities of his fantastic new mobile that Aunt Jill brought by.

It has to be so weird to be a kid, so very weird. Also, let's be honest: isn't there a little bit of a double-standard here? Could there be a little bit of a disconnect between what we offer up early and then deny later? I mean, here we are with our planets and our spirals and "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" over and over and over again. . . and that's just the mobile! Everything in this kid's life equals freaky-deaky psychedelic-ky. Then, we're going to tell him "Acid bad!" in the years to come. . .Figuratively and literally.

I guess the trick is to have the kid be fun and creative (and managable) while making sure he doesn't end up one of those people on the bus who won't. stop. talking. to. you. Those people's parents never stopped with the acid.