Evan: "Daddy, come play with me."
Eric: "I will in a minute, Evan. I have to heat up the soup for your supper."
Evan: "Daddies don't cook. They eat."
Friday, May 30, 2008
consilience
Tonight in the back yard, Evan was busy with a shovel and a watering can creating "new substances" (remember Dusty Gusty Wuff?). He said he was an astrophysicist, and that his name was "Dr. Biology."
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
neighborhood watch
Evan: "Heading home to Wallace."
Eric: "That's right."
Evan: "Did you remember that we named our house Wallace?"
Eric: "I just now remembered it when you said that."
Evan: "Do you think we should give our house a better name, like The Police Station?"
Eric: "That's right."
Evan: "Did you remember that we named our house Wallace?"
Eric: "I just now remembered it when you said that."
Evan: "Do you think we should give our house a better name, like The Police Station?"
my goodness
Sage: "My Daddy!"
Evan: "Fine. Then it's my Mommy."
Sage: "No! My Mommy."
Evan: "Sage, they're our parents."
Sage: "No! My ourparents."
Evan: "Fine. Then it's my Mommy."
Sage: "No! My Mommy."
Evan: "Sage, they're our parents."
Sage: "No! My ourparents."
Monday, May 19, 2008
subtle
Now Sage is getting in on the knock-knock joke act. Here's hers:
Sage: "Knock knock."
Eric: "Who's there?"
Sage: "SAGE!!!"
She likes to tell it four or five times in a row, to make sure you got it.
Sage: "Knock knock."
Eric: "Who's there?"
Sage: "SAGE!!!"
She likes to tell it four or five times in a row, to make sure you got it.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
pep talk
Tonight I was singing the great Paul Simon lullaby "St. Judy's Comet" to Evan as he snuggled in bed. When I got to the line, "Cuz if I can't sing my boy to sleep, well it makes your famous Daddy look so dumb," Evan pulled his thumb out of his mouth and assured me that I was neither dumb nor famous.
Monday, May 12, 2008
and then there were two
Evan has come up with another funny knock-knock joke:
Evan: "Knock knock."
Eric: "Who's there?"
Evan: "Evan."
Eric: "Evan who?"
Evan: "Evan! Your son! Are you crazy? Don't you know your own son?"
Evan: "Knock knock."
Eric: "Who's there?"
Evan: "Evan."
Eric: "Evan who?"
Evan: "Evan! Your son! Are you crazy? Don't you know your own son?"
Sunday, May 11, 2008
apprehension
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
with the help of weapons, even love can be cool
Monday, May 5, 2008
trial and error
Sage (in the tub): "I bite my knee."
Eric: "No Sage, don't bite your knee."
[Sage bites her knee.]
Sage: "Owww! My knee hurt."
Eric: "Well, you shouldn't bite your knee."
[Pause.]
Sage: "I bite my foot."
Eric: "No Sage, don't bite your knee."
[Sage bites her knee.]
Sage: "Owww! My knee hurt."
Eric: "Well, you shouldn't bite your knee."
[Pause.]
Sage: "I bite my foot."
Sunday, May 4, 2008
shell game
Evan (crawling into the living room with a green towel across his back): "Guess what I am."
Eric: "A turtle."
Evan: "Yes. A very sensitive and intelligent turtle."
Eric: "A turtle."
Evan: "Yes. A very sensitive and intelligent turtle."
Dusty Gusty Wuff
Saturday, May 3, 2008
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