Tuesday, May 26, 2009


It's lunchtime. Charlie's eating slices of sandwich meat. He pauses, thoughtfully, then holds a slice up to show me.

Charlie: "This is chicken."

Me: "Yes."

Charlie: "This comes from a chicken."

Me (preparing for an oh-dear-God-we-eat-animals moment): "Yes."

Charlie, covering his arms with slices of meat at lightening speed: "I'm a chicken! Bwack! Bwack!"

In other news, today he took his sitter, Amy, into the back yard to show her some dump trucks that her nieces had filled with sand. "Look what your punks did to my sandbox!" he said.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Ross Farm


Saturday, May 2, 2009

Smack Talking

"I'm going to salt you like Kraft Dinner!" he says, with appropriate sassy intonations. My little boy is growing up!

Oh, and he got his first Big Boy Bike today. It's name is Zippy.

Bathtub Improv

Superman, he's a heeeerrrrooooo
Superman, he's the man of steeeeeeeeeel
He knows what to do
When the bad guys are here
He knows what to do
When things are tangled

Superman, he's the super maniest,
Superman, the man of steeeeeeeeeeel.

(original lyrics by Charlie)