piano man

Evan: "Doesn't look good for this guy."

#11, Evan

GOOOOAAAALLLL!!!!

(The Black Knights lost, by the way, 7-2. Now where was I? Oh yes: GOOOOAAAALLLL!!!!)

the most disgusting post that will ever appear on this blog

Sage: "What if I tooted in my own face?"

Evan: "You'd need a tube to do that."

standards

Eric: "What lullaby would you like to hear?"

Sage: "I want to sing you a lullaby."

Eric: "Oh, good. What are my choices?"

Sage: "You can have 'ABCD,' 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' or 'I Hate Being an Alligator.'"

thinking ahead

Evan: "When I die in like 30 years -- or, wait, in a long, long time, when I'm really old -- will you bury me King Tut-style?"

it's hard being Evan

Evan: "I can do a pretty good impersonation of myself: Heeeyyyy. How's it goin'?"

Eric: "Actually, that doesn't sound like you at all."

Evan: "Yeah, you're right."

fire ants

"I got some more pepper for my ant traps. Remember the ant traps I invented? They kill ants by giving them heartburn."

cold case

Eric: "The 'service' light on our refrigerator seems to start flashing every few weeks."

Evan: "Maybe it has some sort of refrigerator virus. They're highly dangerous [wiggles fingers menacingly]. That's why they won't let you take refrigerators on airplanes."

we'll cross the rats-deserving-to-have-"duh"-said-to-them bridge when we get to it

Sage: "Have you seen 'Colly the Plant Murderer'?"

Eric: "No, I haven't. Did you just make that up?"

Sage: "Yeah. Duh."

Eric: "Don't say 'duh'! That's not nice."

Sage: "Can I say it to a bully?"

Eric: "No. Don't say 'duh' to anybody."

Sage: "Can I say it to rats?"

Eric: "No. Rats never did anything to you."

Sage: "What if they do?"

Eric: "And that's the end of this conversation."

where does the time go?

Sage is so advanced, she may have achieved something like premature immaturity. She knows how to scoff and toss her hair dismissively. She now has twin career goals — to be a rock star and a cheerleader. And she's started carrying around a little black purse (an old binoculars case, actually) full of headbands, combs, sunglasses, etc., which she calls "my teenager bag." Maybe by the time she's 15 she'll be acting like an adult. Yes, that's definitely what's going to happen.

on the ball

I saw last night that our friend Todd, who is Evan's soccer coach, had posted this as his Facebook status:

"Trying to provide an example situation to my soccer team full of 8-year-olds, I put the ball down and say, 'So, let's say the ball is right here.' And Evan, a very clever 8-year-old, exclaims, 'The ball IS right there!!' I walked right into that one..."

no, it wouldn't make any more sense if i provided the context

Evan: "How do my armpits look?"

Sage: "Rockin'."

yes ma'am

Sage: "Daddy, do you want to see all the princesses I made?"

Eric (distracted by internet): "Sure... sweetie... just a second."

Sage: "Well STEP ON UP!"

i've heard of that

Evan: "Kassy and I are playing a new game. It's called American Idiot."

this year's model

Sage and Rishi in a new TCS mailer:

the hawt of the matter

We always thought it was a little strange (and hilarious) that Sage had suggested the title "Hot Love" for the play she, Evan, and Lily put on last winter. Well, today she revealed that the name she'd actually proposed was "Heart Love." And I believe her, because she still pronounces her r's as w's. Mystery solved.

the soundtrack of our lives

Sonja and I were discussing possible names for our two new cats.

Eric: "I like Eli quite a bit."

Sonja: "Yeah."

Eric: "The problem is that it reminds me of 'There Will Be Blood,' and that's not a very pleasant association."

Sonja: "True."

Sage (singing cheerfully): "There wiiilllll be blood! There wiiilllll be blood! There wiiilllll be blood!"