You Look Cool

As I was leaving the house today, Harry said "I want to hang out with you today because you look cool." I didn't look particularly cool and for a brief moment I considered changing. But a few minutes later, I overheard him telling Ike that he looked "cute." Ike did look cute, so I guess I'm going to trust Harry's taste from now on.

I picked up Harry from school yesterday and for the two-block, ten-minute walk home he didn't stop talking. Not for one second. In the middle of his diatribe about everything from his new Wolverine game to a movie he couldn't remember the name of but that's called Monsters vs. Aliens, he said, "Mommy said when you talk someone's ears off their ears fall off." But then kept on going at full clip. I guess he doesn't understand the ramifications of my ears falling off.

I was also reminded of an old Harry-ism the other day I want to put down for posterity. Pork-cork. Which I won't explain, but don't want to forget. Hey, Rach, where'd the pork cork go?

Ike's ABCs are coming along. He used to just sing the last verse to the tune: "now I now I now I now..." Recently though, it's progressed to, "now I now I now I now..." (long pause while Daddy sings the boring bit about "next time"), then: "come sing with me!" With a heavy emphasis on the "me." I think he likes singing about himself.

He also likes using Harry's plastic golf club. I finally taught him to hold it with both hands, but he wields it backwards, like a hockey stick. One of these days I know he's going to pull Harry's jersey over his head and start knocking his teeth out.