Ryker, A.K.A Bam Bam !!

Ryker is a Character

Ryker has the gift of humor. He has a very mature humor. Ryker crack jokes that are genuinely funny, even to adults. He says and does things the normal 7 year old wouldn't think of. He can recall punch-lines from movies and use them appropriately. I am having a hard time explaining how funny he is, because you'd just have to hear him. He was on the bus when a little girl cussed at him. He, without cracking a smile said "I ought to slap you twice and send you off to your mommy." That is a line from Pirates of the Caribbean. I was thrilled. He didn't cuss back, he didn't throw a fit and tattle, he didn't hit. He made it into a joke, and the little girl scowled in her seat and turned around. She couldn't say a thing! Once we were driving from Provo with some of the kids friends. They were going to stay with us in Grantsville for a couple of days. They are 'city kids' and weren't as used to being in the car as long as Eden and Ryker are. So, River (a friend) asks me "When are we going to be there?" Ryker replies, faster than I could even open my mouth, "We get there, when we get there." He used the timing and tone Mr. Incredible used in the movie The Incredibles. It was hilarious and everyone in the car understood the joke and laughed and laughed. Ryker is truly blessed with humor. We love to play together. I'll crack a joke about him or about something. He'll crack right back. I have a hard time staying upset with him if he has done something wrong. We have a great time together and I cherish the relationship we have. He truly is one of the most fascinating people I have ever met. I am so thankful I have had the opportunity to know such a fun and exciting person. He highlights my life.
Ryker is very passionate, he's passive. I know, that seems like an oxymoron. He does it well though! He's cool, easy going, self-entertained, fine. Until he believes someone has "wronged" him. Unless, he thinks he's getting the "raw-end" of the deal. Then you see his fire. He maybe best described as a Dragon. He likes his cave, there's no where else he'd rather be. But steal his gold, wrong him, and he'll spit fire of all kinds of color.
Everybody loves Ryker! He has few really good friends but everyone in his class wants to be his friend. He's fair enough to be friends with a lot of people. He's entertaining enough to be friends with the 'popular' boys. (Even girls, but he's 7, and I'm not allowed to say that!!) He's assertive enough to stand up for the kids who don't have friends. He is fair, loyal and an independent thinker. He decides who he'll play with for the day. He doesn't care what someone else thinks he should do. He is loyal to all of his friends, popular or not. So, he makes his way through the world. Or, should I say, playground! Being and doing exactly what HE believes is right. Without concern or regard for others judgment. He doesn't have to follow the crowd, I love that!
Ryker is a millionaire in the making. He's constantly trying to make a buck. He likes to forge copper! No, really! He'll take copper tubing and pound it flat with a hammer. He'll give it a handle and an edge. He sharpens the edge on the cement. He sells Knifes for $1.00 a knife... and they sell! He is brilliant. He came to me one day, I was making a balsamic vinaigrette. I had just used the last of the vinegar. He looked at the bottle, and in a very serious tone asks me "what do you plan to do with that bottle?" I, obviously, blown away by the question. Didn't know what to say. I'm having maternal thoughts, of course, of a 7 year old running around with a glass bottle. I can only imagine his intention. So, after these horrific thoughts of what 'could' happen if I give him this bottle. I, admittedly, several seconds later. Staring at him in utter confusion. Mouth wide open and all. Dared ask "Why?" and thought to myself, "Oh brilliant, Lisa, give him a reason to brainstorm on it!" He, of course, already had! replied "That's a nice bottle." So, a little quicker this time, I say "Yes, it is." Thinking, let him do the talking! So, he picks right up, asked me "What do you think that bottle is worth?" Again, blown away! Acting cool, Replied "Not much, it's empty. Why?" He says "Well, it's a nice bottle. Can I have it?" So, I ask "What are you going to do with it?" Quick as a whip, and straight faced as can be, he replies "Sell it." I couldn't help but ask "How much do you think your going to get out of it?" He'd already thought that through, and said "two dollars." I love my little economics major!! But, I had to tell him "No." So, instead he started hunting the 'back 40' and the barn for bottles. He found some cool old whiskey bottles, but never found a buyer!! I love him, He cracks me up...