Hi. Good. Yep.

As I was putting my socks on today, Harry said it smelled like feet. I said maybe I should change my socks and he told me to change my feet.

At our Hanukkah lunch yesterday, two of his cousins had a dispute. Oscar said Ruben hit him. Ruben denied it. It went back and forth, parents tried to get to the bottom of it, until out of nowhere Harry interjected and said, "Ruben, you're just saying you didn't hit Oscar but you did." And that was the end of the truth commission. It was very strange. I was tempted to explain the whole "tattling" thing to Harry. But then again, it was such an elegant if accidental way to get to the bottom of it all. Maybe he'll be an umpire when he grows up. Or Santa Claus.

He also told me a girl in his class used him as a pillow the other day. I know I have some time on that one but it made me nervous. I mean, do you want your son to be the pillow or the head?

Ike's big on the phone these days. He always wants to "call gramma." He's always got the same thing to say, too: "Hi." "Good." "Yep." Then he hands the phone over. Seeing as how he's just imitating us, I have to say, we sound pretty boring on playback.



Ike also really likes the shower now. This was discovered after he pooped in the tub while bathing with Harry. Amazing how unfazed they were sitting in a tub of poop. I can't imagine anything worse. Is becoming disgusted by poop the true loss of innocence?