Thursday, April 23, 2009

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

strained eyes, credibility

Evan: "Read me some Tintin."

Eric: "I want to read you some 'Sign of the Beaver.' The type in Tintin is really small. It kind of hurts my eyes."

Evan: "You should wear your damn glasses."

Eric: "Evan!"

Evan: "I meant, like, a beaver dam."

I'm sure she did

"Daddy, Sage said a really mean and un-understandable thing!"

Saturday, April 18, 2009

superbad

Evan has come up with what he admits is pretty much the worst superhero ever: Superhead. It's just this human head that flies around fighting crime. Other than flight, its only real powers are biting and negotiating.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

eastern religion

Evan: "We didn't do anything for Easter at my school."

Eric: "That's because Easter is a religious holiday, and people who don't practice that religion would feel left out."

Evan: "Oh. Are we Eastern?"

Monday, April 13, 2009

we have a winner

Yesterday, on the car ride back from Oregon, we were playing "Woot Toot" — a rhyming word game. Evan contributed the following:

"What do you call a guy who works in a church who gets covered in black stuff?"

(Silence.)

"A greased priest."

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The Socratic Method

Evan's latest crush is Penny, the animated protagonist from the Disney movie "Bolt." He and I just had the following conversation:

Evan: "Who's your favorite character in 'Bolt'?"

Eric (trying to remember the name "Rhino"): "Umm...."

Evan: "Besides Rhino."

Eric: "Umm... I think I like those pigeons best."

Evan: "Besides Rhino and the pigeons."

Eric: "Umm... I guess Bolt."

Evan: "Besides Rhino and the pigeons and Bolt."

Eric: "Umm... Penny?"

Evan: "That's my boy."

Monday, April 6, 2009

homesick

The good news: today seemed, after four months of gray, like the most perfect day in the history of history.
The bad news: Sage has pink eye.
The other good news: that means we had to stay home.

2 Dandelions

1,001 Daffodils

Blossom Dearie

yard sail 3




Friday, April 3, 2009

tough love

Tonight at dinner, Sage fell out of her chair. While she was crying and being comforted by Sonja, Evan and I had the following exchange:

Evan: "She probably wasn't sitting in her chair properly. This happens so often I've sort of stopped feeling sorry for her."

Eric: "She's just a little girl."

Evan: "It's kind of her fault."

Eric: "She's just a little girl."

Evan: "If she hears you saying that, she might never reach her full potential."