Girls, Girls, Girls

Okay, so the "you look cool" thing is getting out of hand. Harry's saying it to get what he wants. As in, "Daddy, you look cool. Can I watch another show?" No, Harry. Not until your powers of discernment are more refined. I know I don't look cool in pajamas.

The word "cool" is also getting kind of old in the house. Ikey even says it now. And he skips "L" through "P" in his A-B-C's. Don't they know if everything's cool, nothing's cool?

Harry loves the ATM. What kid wouldn't? Buttons, noises, money comes out. It's magic. I tried to explain to him how banks work. That we (read: Mommy) make money from work and the bank keeps it until we need it, and we take it out. He said, "So banks are good." I referred him to Paul Krugman's editorials.

Walking home on a cold day Harry put his hands in his pockets and said, "Daddy, pockets are like hot-chocolate for your hands." I felt weird having such a sweet little kid on my hands at that moment. As though I was definitely going to screw it up somehow.

We were checking the sizes of the shirts in his closet to see which were his and which were Ike's. I explained that Harry wears a four and Ike wears a two (though he wears a four, just like Harry, but it wouldn't have helped my logic lesson). Harry asked me if I wear a thirty-nine. Cute. Then he asked if next year I'd wear a forty. Not quite as cute.

He was going on today about why Iron Man stickers stick better than other ones. Typically, I tuned out, but when he finished his lecture he asked, "right, Daddy?" I absently said, "I don't know, we'll have to get to the bottom of it," and he said, "But we're already on the top of it." If nothing else, it proves I should be listening better.

At the dinner table, Harry asked me who I loved. I said Mommy, Ike, Harry and the rest of our family. Then I asked him the same question. He thought about it and said three girls in his class (who will remain nameless for this article). Three girls. No parents. No family. Here we go.

Quoting Ike without seeing the delivery is unfair because he's a more physical comedian than Harry. But if you haven't already, I strongly recommend getting tickets to his "Making a Muscle." It's not to be missed. Nor is the part in "Peeing on the Potty" when he forgets to tuck his wiener down. That's always a laugh riot. And of course, "Hide and Seek" is a gut-buster too, now that he can count to ten without needing help with his lines.