Long Distance

No, Katie, Grandma and Grandpa are not coming here.

But there is a beautiful thing in America called telephones.

PLEASE, Don't make me go sledding

Mama, let me just tell you something. And this is real life. I've had enough of winter.

It's an obsession

Zach is becoming a fanatic Star Wars aficionado without ever having seen the movie. (Thank you, corporate marketing, aimed at my innocent 6-year-old. Thank you, George Lucas, for opening that ginormous toy store that makes movies on the side.) Charlie finally broke and bought the DVD of the original, on sale. And there are plans in the works for a Daddy and Me viewing, WHEN the time is right (e.g., when Katie is otherwise occupied, not close to bedtime, and when the calendar is clear). Zach is feeling pretty impatient about the "right time" concept, and Charlie has recently introduced him to the word "obsessed." Here's what I heard last night, grumbled, after Charlie was out of earshot...

Zach: No, YOU'RE obsessed. You're obsessed with "NO".

Learning

Brown noser. He totally knows what I want to hear.

Betsy: What did you learn at school today?

Zach: I told you. I never learn anything. I just play. And THAT is learning.