hall passes

Reasons Sage got out of bed last night, in descending order of legitimacy:

1. to use the potty
2. to get a drink of water
3. to give Mommy another kiss
4. to find Penguin
5. to tell a secret to Franklin

wishful hearing

Evan: "Mommy said I could have this piece of candy -- the one that's in my mouth."

Eric: "Hmm. She did?"

Evan: "Yes."

Eric: "And if I ask her if that's true, she'll say 'Yes'?"

Evan: "Yes. Well, I may have misheard her."

pics of the litter

Gavin insists he's still learning how to use his new camera; he got some cool pics with it, though:

tai chi with granddad

papa was a rollin' stone

Yesterday we drove by Porubsky's, the famous little grocery/deli/bar in Topeka's "Little Russia" neighborhood, and Evan asked, "Is this where you and Mommy sneak off to when Sage and I are asleep?" Last night, I did indeed sneak off to a bar in Lawrence with my friend Gavin for the reunion show of a band we used to see all the time back in the '90s. When Evan learned about this today, he said, "We're never letting you do that again. Pretty soon you're going to be dealing poker cards and stuff."

different drummers

little star

Sage: "Was I there?"

Eric: "No, that happened when we lived in New Hampshire. You weren't born yet."

Sage: "I was just a twinkle in Mommy's tummy."

misfortune cookie

Evan trails little scraps of paper wherever he goes — notes, drawings, blueprints. Last night, cleaning the kitchen, I found one of them, folded into a neat square. I wasn't sure whether it was something I could throw away, so I unfolded it. Inside was an even smaller square, which said "To: XX, From: ??" in Evan's handwriting. Intrigued, as I'm sure Evan wanted me to be, I unfolded that square, and the note inside said, "You are doomed."

same lame name

Taylor (three-year-old at Sage's day care who asks me my name every time I drop Sage off): "What's your name?"

Eric: "Eric."

Taylor: "Again?!"

Saturday, in the park. I think it was the third of October.

(Sage was at her ballet lesson.)