Elijah kills me!

So, what 7 year old boy do you find at 7:30am digging through a container of paperclips in the office only to proceed to go through detail by detail his plan, at the kitchen table for breakfast, of how he will carry these 3 paperclips he chose with him all day and if he makes bad choices throughout his day at school or MCH or home, that he will take one away each time and if he loses all 3 by the end of the day he will lose PSP, the Wii, the PS3 or the computer? Seriously, I don't know why he was even granted the opportunity to live out a childhood. If he could advance I think he would choose to move right on up through the "brainless" teenage years of "pants on the ground", past drivers training...(since he was directing me on the freeway which lanes to choose, who to pass and when to get to hockey faster in Bay City,) through his misison and on to fatherhood... ("when am I gonna be a dad?")