all that glitters

Poor Evan. Last night he fell asleep with a glittery Christmas-tree star in his bed, and this morning he had flecks of gold glitter on his face—just a few, but enough that some of his playmates noticed. At recess one of them called him a girl, "which kind of hurt my feelings," Evan said. But he seems to have it in perspective. "I know that people who make fun of other people are wrong," he said. "And I know I'm not a girl, because I've seen my penis."

could you be more specific, please?

Evan: "It smells like dead daddy longlegses in here."

The Spectacled Owl

Having seen one yesterday at the Woodland Park Zoo, I'd have to say that Sage's name for it, the "Mad Owl," is more apt.

bedside manner

Eric: "Good night, Evan."

Evan: "I guess you're not going to sing a lullaby tonight."

Eric: "Oh, I'll sing you a lullaby. Or you can just snuggle in and go to sleep. Whichever you like."

Evan: "I'll just snuggle in and go to sleep."

Eric: "Okay."

Evan: "Unless that would hurt your feelings."

lost classic

Just remembering the first time Evan threw up. He was, maybe, three and a half, and he came into the living room looking very confused and said, "Umm... I had a bad burp that made my room kind of messy."

descent of man

Sage: "Granddad not your GG."

Eric: "That's right. Granddad is my daddy."

Sage: "And GG my daddy!"

Eric: "No. GG is your great-granddad. Your great-grandfather. I'm your daddy."

Sage: "No. GG not my grandfather."

Eric: "No, he's not. He's your great-grandfather. Granddad is your grandfather."

Sage: "And GG his grandfather."

Eric: "No. GG is his father.

Evan: "Can we discuss this later?"

priorities