We spoke of furnaces and other things

Going out of his way to smack a real-estate sign, a favorite pastime.

Felix: When I see a sign I get off the curb and bang it. Oh, what fun!

*****

Awww.

Felix: If everybody kisses everybody else, that will make them have a big smile.

(Awww....)

*****

I'll bet he says that to all the girls.

Felix: Your butt is very round.

Marya: Um...why, thank you, Felix.

*****

Felix: I need a little something to eat.
Keir: Oh, do you need a snack?
Felix: No, I just need a little something to eat.

*****

Changing Cosmo's diaper.

Keir: (to the tune of “Goldfinger”) Cleeeeean diaper! Such a cleeeeean diaper! He’s the man, the man with the driest butt!
Felix: I have the dirtiest butt!
Keir: Oh, no!
Felix: Daddy, you have the fuzziest butt! That’s a joke.
Keir: Phew.
Felix: We are still joking.

*****

Working with Legos.

Felix: I am building the Eiffel Tower. It is going to be very Eiffel-y.

*****

On the bus after school.

Felix: I am your sweet little Daddy.
Keir: No, I am your Daddy. You are my sweet, little Felix.
Felix: You are my sweet big Daddy.

A few moments later.

Felix: Daddy, where is your furnace?
Keir: My furnace? I don't have a furnace.
Felix: Yes you do! It's in your backpack!
Keir: Oh, you must mean my thermos. Yes, I have a thermos in my backpack.
Felix: Josh and Jenni have a thermos, too.
Keir: Does it look like mine?
Felix: Yes. It has a fan on it.
Keir: ?
Felix: And it doesn't turn on in summer, but in winter it turns on to keep their house from getting too cold.

One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish...Blue Fish?

Felix's beloved orange crocs give him blisters if he wears them all day; watching the little flap of skin come off the blister seems to give him existential dread. On a lighter note, the night before last, as I was administering wound care, I did my best to explain things in a reassuring way, at a level he could understand....

K: OK, Felix. Now that we've got your blister cleaned and dried, I'm going to put some goo on it.
F: That's not goo, daddy--that's ointment.

*****

Last night after dinner, Felix suddenly started talking about how he killed the blue fish in room 7. Details were murky, but they seemed at various times to involve a) hitting the fish tank, b) the fish jumping out of the fish tank, c) Felix feeding the fish something that was not food. The whole thing was given the stamp of authenticity by his remark that Miss Simona was going to talk to us about it.

Imagine my relief this morning to get a voicemail from Marya.

M: The blue fish is alive. Repeat: the blue fish is alive.

Thanks, Grandma Nancy!

Grandma Nancy came to help while Keir was in D.C.

Keir was back in time to join us for the week's important events:

Cosmo's graduation from baby daycare,
and Felix's school's (early) 4th of July parade.

Memorial Day Weekend in Oklahoma