just desserts

Eric: "Evan, what are you doing?! Don't blow on those cookies!"

Evan: "One of them had a fruit fly on it."

Eric: "Well then wave it away, but don't blow on the cookie! That gets your germs on it."

Evan: "So that cookie's got my germs on it now. Guess I have to eat it."

no one was hurt

I just heard an unusually loud crash from our front hall, followed by Evan saying, "What do you know? Dental floss isn't that strong."

his rights

Sage: "Also, this morning, Evan was singing, 'Sage has a boyfriend! Sage has a boyfriend!'"

Eric: "That's true."

Evan: "Yes, it is true. Sage does have a boyfriend."

Eric: "No, it's true that you were singing that."

Sonja: "Evan, that's not nice. We don't sing teasing songs like that."

Evan: "Don't I get a lawyer or something?"

hard to beat

Evan: "The second graders are really good at soccer. We usually beat whoever we play."

Eric: "That's great, Evan. But remember that the point isn't to beat people. The point is to run around with your friends and have fun."

Evan: "I know. I just have more fun when I'm beating people."

got high tech?

sniffle

Two new entries on the wall calendar:

Dec. 30: "We leave Oregon."
Dec. 31: "Cry because I miss Aidan."

drawer and remembrance

Today Sage insisted on wearing a new dress that her Omi had given her at Thanksgiving, "so that I can remember the remembrance of Omi."

and a partridge in a pear tree

Today I looked at our wall calendar and noticed the following upcoming events, in Evan's handwriting:

Dec. 25: "Space Police vs. Power Miners"
Dec. 26: "Power Miners vs. Rock Monsters"
Dec. 27: "Shooting Ambush," "Badmiten Comptition."

mixed media

It's not at all uncommon to see my precocious son pull a huge, sophisticated tome off the shelf.