"Well, do you want me to do it, or not?" -James, when I lectured him about the "mo' money mo' problems" aspect of inventing a teleportation machine/ becoming the world's richest man
"They were making me do little tiny floaty things with my hands, and it, like, wasn't doing anything!" -Elise, on learning to scull in her first synchro practice
"Gog!" -Zach ["He's religious!" -Aunt Linda]
Kid news: James starts water polo tomorrow. Will's playing flag football and scored two touchdowns during each of his last two games. Elise started synchronized swimming today. Zach got his first two teeth, 'round the cape of a sudden.
The school year is quickly wrapping up; it's already almost May. The big boys did science fair (Elise decided hers was just a practice this year) and had a weeks-long argument over who first came up with the idea they both used. James refused to document his results on his poster, citing embarrassment that only one marigold seedling survived the 6" of rain we randomly received in one day. Will's poster was more complete, but decidedly less legible. Note to selves: make kids type it next year. Second note to selves: find out whether brothers in the same grade are allowed to collaborate on a project, the way real scientists do. Then, they can fight over which of them gets first authorship, like real scientists do. Hah.
I can't wait to start Zach's mommy & me class this Friday.
And now, for a random photo.
|Daddy & Zachy. Zach is in a rare moment of not smiling.|