Rowan Says

Rowan and I were playing a game in the van on the way to school. It's the "I'm thinking of..." game, not to be confused with I Spy. In this game, you give hints about something you are thinking about. The thing does not need to be visible.

Me: I'm thinking of something furry.

R: Is it that chimney over there?

Me: No. It's something furry that lives in our house.

[I was thinking of our cat, Sly.]

R: (triumphantly) It's Daddy!

Jeremy: Did you have fun today?

R: Yes. I did.

J: Did you have fun yesterday?

R: Yes.

J: Did you have fun 2 weeks ago?

R: I did.

J: Are you going to have fun 2 years from now when you're five?

R: Just stop. Don't say any more.

At Stone Mountain Park yesterday we saw a man jogging. Rowan does not like it when men exercise without shirts. I don't know why it bothers him, but it does.

R: (pointing) That man doesn't have on a shirt. Why isn't he wearing a shirt?

Me: Maybe he got really hot while he was running.

R: (with heavy disapproval) He probably doesn't have on sunscreen either.