weinraub’s words

Benjamin runs over, “Daddy, Daddy, look.”

He leads me over to the computer to show me a bookmark in the browser.

“I did it all myself. There are lots of games here. Look.”

He clicks on the bookmark and he’s right; there are lots of games there.

That’s my boy!

Benjamin: “Daddy, why don’t fish have hair?”

Man, that kid is great.

So the kids and I are watching TV and Becca hears the Frank Sinatra song You Make Me Feel So Young. She immediately jumps up and says, ‘Hey, I know this song.”

She runs over to the computer, searches on YouTube, and finds it.

This type of thing is increasingly common with her, so I shouldn’t be amazed anymore. But I still am. Can’t help kvelling over that little gal!

Benjamin: “Daddy, what’s an extruder?”

Man, where does he come up with this stuff?

[Actually, it's this.]

Today at the British International School March Fair, to which we went to see my friend Michael’s band Studio188 play, Becca tried, and fell in love with, Indian food. Plain naan with chicken tikka masala. Two servings!

That’s my girl!

One thing that reliably makes me well up with tears of joy is watching my children learn to read.