I'm not gonna write you a love song...

While listening to Fire and Rain by James Taylor:

Zach: What is this song about?

Betsy: I guess it's about...I don't know...a guy who's kind of going through a hard time.

Zach: Good.

Betsy: That's good?

Zach: Yeah. It's not one of those songs about a girl I want to marry, a girl I love. I HATE those.

Betsy: Why?

Zach: It's like the music sounds like they're trying to say I hate you. I just love this girl. I love the girl, I hate you. And they don't just hate me. They hate everybody, except that girl.

Wake up call

Zach is switching from pm to am kindergarten tomorrow, which means a big change in our morning routine. I told him that if he's not up by 7:30 am, we would wake him up to get ready for school.

Zach: Well, I want mom to wake me up. Because Katie will wake me up UNPLEASANT and Daddy will probably tickle me.

Sweet Dreams

Last night, I dreamed that Harry Potter came over, and he brought us a new kitchen, a dog, and a Landrover!

Silver Linings

Pillow talk:

Zach: Did you ever break your arm?

Betsy: No. I've never broken my arm.

Zach: Well, it isn't anything to worry about. It's kind of like going to a hotel. Or more like a mall, but not with so many people. (Referring to the orthopedist's office)


Later....

Zach: You know? I kind of liked breaking my arm. Because it didn't hurt so much, going through that. And at the end, I got a whole humongous Dunkin Donut.

(Sigh.)

That was the yummiest doughnut I ever had.

Gratitude

Grandpa: What would you do if I gave you $10 billion?

Zach: Say thank you. (pause.) And then I guess I'd need to get a new piggy bank.

Priorities

Charlie: Zach! Stop what you're doing and wash your hands.

Zach, calmly: Dad, it's not like the smoke alarm went off. It can wait a sec.

Cinderella

This afternoon we saw a community theater production of Cinderella by kindergartners and first graders. Zach's dear friend, Tahlia, had the juicy role of Anastasia, evil step-sister. We thought he'd be delighted to see her onstage. But a third of the way through the first act, he turned to me in utter confusion:

Zach: Why did I have to come here?

But he survived the play, and apparently, it had some small impact on him. After flooding the bathroom and most of his sister during bath time, I informed him that he'd be cleaning it up.

Zach: I have to feel like Cinderella on the same day I had to see the play!