Play date = reading and discussing a star wars lego book.
F: Why do so many people at soccer practice have messy shirts?
B: Well, it rained a bunch earlier today, so maybe they were diving and sliding a lot.
F: No, I don't mean their shirts ARE messy. I mean their shirts SAY "messy." Only they spell it wrong.
B: Oh. Messi with an I?
B: That's for Lionel Messi. He's the best player in the world.
F (condescending): Daddy, I know who Lionel Messi is. I just mean, the shirts don't make them play any better. So why do they wear them?
B: So, do you like the part of school where they speak only Spanish?
R: It's kind of funny. I don't know what the teacher's saying, but I can sort of figure out what we're doing.
B: Soon you'll understand a lot of what she's saying.
B: F, how did you do today when YOUR teachers were speaking Spanish?
F: It kind of sounds like English now.
B finds a spider in the house. R freaks out. B&R take it outside and release it.
R: Daddy, you knew I'm super scared of spiders, right?
B: Not really, I didn't. What are you afraid they're going to do to you?
R: I don't know, they're just super creepy.
B: Are you afraid they're going to catch you in their web and eat you?
R (laughing): Definitely not!
M: R got bit by an ant today.
B: Oh yeah? Where?
R shows B her foot.
B: I mean where were you when they bit you?
R: It turned out I was at an ant party!
R brings Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day for bedtime reading.
R: We should read this today because I found out THERE'S AN ALEXANDER IN MY CLASS!
B: Cool! Is he nice?
R: I don't know! I don't know which kid it is. I just know one of them is Alexander.
B reads book to R.
R: Daddy, to people who live in Australia, this must seem like a really dumb book.
R & B go out to the driveway to look at the ant party.
R: I'm going to stop here. You go and look and tell me if there's still ants. I don't want to get bitten again.
B: There's a couple. Maybe ten ants. So, some, but not an ant party anymore.
R: That's too many for me to walk there. Can you carry me over to look?
R: Hey! I want that [<1 inch snail] shell. Can you put me down to get it?
R: No! Not that way! I don't want to ACTUALLY touch the ground, I might get bitten again.
B: So what do I do?
R: Dangle me.
B: Like this?
R: Yeah... I've got the shell... It's pretty crumbly... And I'm worried there's ants in it, so I'm going to put it back down.
B: Are we done now?
R: Yeah, you can take me back to the deck. Daddy, when I was dangling, you were kinda like rope!
B: F, come here.
B: Why are you mad at your sister?
F: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING MEAN TO HER!
B: I know. I didn't ask if you were being mean. I asked why you were mad.
F: How do you know I'm mad?
B: You took a piece of pink chalk and ground it mostly to dust. And then you wrote her name and crossed it out a bunch of times.
F: Ok, yeah, I'm mad.
Thankfully, it turned out the darts were imaginary.
R: Daddy, I want to be the grown-up tonight?
B: What does that mean?
R: I want to be the person who keeps things in balance.
F: She wants to be in charge
R: Yeah! I was doing it with F on the walk home! I was telling him he was making bad choices and he was throwing darts at me!
Kids are having cling peaches for dessert. After they're all gone, F drinks from his bowl.
F (horrible face): Daddy, who peed in this?? Wait. Daddy, I said "Who peed in this?" You're going to have to put that on facebook, right? Ha!
F calls something disgusting. B gets the bright idea to try and show him how "disgusting" and "gustar" come from the same word.
B: Do you know what "cognate" means?
F: Yeah, it's when an English word and a Spanish word sound the same and are spelled kind of the same.
B: Can you give me an example?
F: Yeah. Cognate!
B: Right, but what's the example.
F: And cognado.
Doing school fundraiser, one kid on each side of the street.
F had insisted that he was done, that it was R's turn now. Until R showed some enthusiasm, and then it was ON.
First time I didn't have to do any of the talking for F. Also first time I didn't have to do any of the talking for R.
I think it's in their blood.
At the home of the stickler.
R: We're doing a walkathon. Here, I need money and I need you to write your name here.
S: And what do you need money for?
S: Surely you don't expect me to give you any money without telling me what it's for?
R: Everybody else did!
Halloween costume prep
R: I'm really glad that my school principal is a girl.
M: Yeah. Me, too.
R: She's really a PRINCESS-i-pal!
M: R, you've been acting very defiant lately. Do you know what that means?
R (glaring, hands on hips): I DON'T CARE!