Quick Hitters

I. Boys and Video Games
"Daddy, we played the Wii and had so much fun and I played baseball and golf and we made a Mii for Owen and it looks like him!"
"That sounds like a lot of fun! Are you good at those games?"
"I am. Hey, when do you think we can play the Wii again?"
"Well, that was a special treat for today since it was so yucky outside."
"Can we play it again now?"
"No, I don't think we'll play Wii again today."
<flops down on the floor and covers face with hands>
"Daddy, you have made me go back to sleep>
<runs away making crying noises and hides up in room>
<Owen casually walks out of the kitchen gnawing on the swatter end of a flyswatter>

II. Owen Reading Books
"I love you on your very best...and very worst of days."
<Owen turns page>
"I love you when you're happy...and I love you when you're sad."
<Owen turns page and sees a picture of a dog>
"GAAHHH!!! Jaja-ge-dah! GAAHHH!!"
"Yes, it's a doggy. Do you like it?"
"GAHHH!!!"
<points as hard as he can at the picture>
"Do you think it looks like Jack the puppy?"
<Leans into the book until his nose is touching the page, staring with intense concentration. Sits up and nods.>
"Uh-huh. GAAHH!!!!!"

III. Never Heard That One Before
The best game when Smith brothers sub in each other's concerts and church events is to ask the other participants (who invariably remark "Wow, Mr. Smith..he looks just like you") to order us according to age. The state of facial hair from brother to brother inevitably weighs heavily in the perceived birth order.
Today as I was walking behind Pax, with Kylie and Abby, one of his students asked "Wow, Mr. Smith, he looks just like you. Is that your son?"