A: "Wait. Do farts stink?"
A: "Oh. I guess I just tooted."
I love going through Avrie's school folder at the end of each day. Her "free writing" really cracks me up. It's generally always along the lines of "Rpnzl" and "William." But, as an exception to the rule, she drew a jar of peanut butter yesterday. And labeled it. Say "peanuts" and really let it roll off your tongue in the way that us lazy Americans tend to speak. "Hey, pass the peanuts." Yes, she did. She wrote "PENIS" on her peanut butter jar. In capital letters.
Cole's favorite word of late is "actually." I'll occasionally come across a new word or phrase that's particularly fun to say and beat the tar out of it--so I understand his enthusiasm. I've heard "actually" so many times in the last week that it doesn't even sound like a word anymore, actually.
When people learn of the summer business being bygone they give a little incredulous gasp and ask, "Well, what are you doing now?" Ah. Honestly, we're doing nothing. And it's wonderful. Settling into normalcy. Enjoying a family life. Retreating into ourselves. Repairing years of absence. You know, I think we're doing everything.