hot sause

Zach grabs a bag of chips and pours his favorite hot sauce in a bowl.  Then Mom gets mad at him for eating nothing but junk food today, and takes the chips away from him and gives him a peach instead.    He looks down longly to his salsa, and looks at the peach.   After thinking for a moment, he proceeds to eat the peach by continuously dipping it in the hot salsa.

Small Complications

Betsy: How's it going these days with the reading disability? Are you keeping up pretty well at school?

Z: It's not really a disability anymore, more like a small complication. I'm proud of my disability.

Betsy: Huh? You're proud of it? Why?

Z: How many disabilities let you walk and talk and hear and be an awesome kid?

Betsy: You're completely right. You got off easy with your disability.

Swears

After the screen got turned off too soon for Z's liking:

Z: Dad, can I use swear words in my OWN journal?

Charlie: Ahhh, I'm going to say.....no.

Z: What about crude language?

Wake up call

Zach: What are you doing here?

Betsy: I'm here to wake you up for school.

Zach: Then you have the worst job in this house.

I wish that school was like the army, where they yell at you until you form a perfect square. Squares are so much better than single file.

DAD! I have an idea....

...and it involves your wallet....

Interior Decorating

After Zach starting filling the living room floor with piles of plastic food, rifles, and kitchen chairs, I suggested that the toys be used in the room that we call the PLAY room. Charlie and I spent the better part of a year winterizing that space so that the kids would have a place to play, and still I'm tripping over toys in the living room. Maybe we did too good a job on that playroom, though. After a spirited discussion, Zach came clean about why the living room is far preferable to the play room:

"It's just that the living room looks much more like a dugout."

Zach, sweetheart, if you want to impress a girl, don't ever tell her that her living room looks like a dugout.