Sonja: "I told Evan and Sage they could watch an m-o-v-i-e later."
Sage (looking excitedly at Daddy): "M-o-i-v-e spells TV!"
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
scooped
Sonja: "Evan, it says in the school newsletter that your class wrote out spelling words in shaving cream. Is that true?"
Evan: "Yeah. We did that a few days ago."
Eric: "Evan, how come you never tell us about cool stuff like that when we ask you what you did in school?"
Evan: "Well I would if there weren't a newsletter."
Evan: "Yeah. We did that a few days ago."
Eric: "Evan, how come you never tell us about cool stuff like that when we ask you what you did in school?"
Evan: "Well I would if there weren't a newsletter."
Monday, August 24, 2009
names have been changed to protect the innocent
Today, when Sonja and I called Evan off the playground at the end of the school day, it took him a minute to come running. When he finally got to us, he said, "Sorry about that. I was in a discussion about Sarah having a crush on me, and that can be pretty distracting."
Sunday, August 23, 2009
organization man
Evan: "Here's my usual weekend routine: I get up at 7 o'clock, get dressed, eat breakfast, and go walking around the neighborhood looking for my associates..."
Saturday, August 22, 2009
GDB
Sage and I were out swimming this evening. At one point I looked up and there were hundreds of white birds circling above our house — big migratory birds of some sort, probably moving off the river or one of the reservoirs, soaring and wheeling in three or four groups that merged and separated. They were moving vaguely westward, but in such big, leisurely circles that it took them 10 minutes or so to pass completely over our house and out of sight. The sun was low in the sky, and the undersides of their wings were illuminated -- it was stunning. Sage's two comments were, "It's the geese dance ballet!" and "Every day I come out here and the geese dance ballet is not happening. But today it's happening!"
which is, indeed, how i would hop a train
At Gage Park there's a caboose from an old freight train that kids can climb on. Today Evan suggested we hop the train, "like bozos."
Right now he's outside in the front yard, working on "a police private property oil-tanking zone."
Right now he's outside in the front yard, working on "a police private property oil-tanking zone."
Sunday, August 16, 2009
why we won't be buying Sage a little hatchet
Sage: "Sometimes, when there are no grownups around, I draw on things that aren't paper."
Eric: "Sage, you know you shouldn't do that."
Sage giggles mischievously.
Eric: "Sage, if you draw on things that aren't paper, you're going to get your toys taken away."
Sage (still giggling): "No, because I'm sneaky."
Eric: "It doesn't matter. You'll still get your toys taken away."
Sage: "Yeah, but then I'll say 'I'm sorry' and you'll give me my toys back."
Eric: "Sage, you know you shouldn't do that."
Sage giggles mischievously.
Eric: "Sage, if you draw on things that aren't paper, you're going to get your toys taken away."
Sage (still giggling): "No, because I'm sneaky."
Eric: "It doesn't matter. You'll still get your toys taken away."
Sage: "Yeah, but then I'll say 'I'm sorry' and you'll give me my toys back."
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