weinraub’s words

Sitting at the beach bar/restaurant with some friends and my kids Becca (8yo) and Benjamin (6yo). One of them points to the tablecloth and asks “Hey, who’s that a picture of?”

Benjamin answers, “It’s the Buddha.”

“No, sweetie,” I correct, gently shaking my head. “That’s Bob Marley.”

Benjamin: “Give it to me, I want it.”
Daddy: “Let Becca use it.”
Benjamin: “We should take turns.”
Daddy: “Well, that’s what we’re doing. You used it for a while. Now we give Becca a chance.”
Benjamin: “Hmmm, maybe we shouldn’t take turns.”

I LOL’d.

Benjamin: “Daddy, Becca, come look at how big my poopie is!”

That’s my boy!

Yesterday, Benjamin asked me “Daddy, what’s the name of the bumps between my lip and my nose?”

I had to look it up. [It appears to be called the philtrum and/or the paraphiltrum, though many sites differ on whether those terms refer to the whole area, the ridges, the valley, etc.]

Recall that some time ago, he expressed an interest in whether crocodiles have uvulas.

So proud of that kid.

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.