A few days ago, out of the blue and in public, he announced loudly to Sam, “The happiest day of my life was the day Mom and Dad adopted us!” 
I corrected him, and now he’s begun announcing that the happiest day “was the day you pushed me out of your uterus!” I’m not entirely sure that’s less likely to make passing strangers do double-takes.
Then, yesterday, while I was having the insurance exam physical and I had to leave the room to use the bathroom, he seized the opportunity to confide to the paramedic administering the exam that “Mommy is making me gather up all my toys so we can get rid of them.” 
This, mind you, is his interpretation of the fact that we’ve discussed having a yard sale to weed through things that have been outgrown. Actually, having a toy sale component of the yard sale was his idea! He even suggested making signs for it: “THESE TOYS ARE ALL FOR SALE.” But, of course, that wouldn’t have been as dramatic a tale to give to a stranger, so…
He’s going to get more attention than he planned, one of these days.
Eric’s making ravioli tonight, sauced with some of the leftover red pepper sauce he made for pizza. I’ll probably write about it here. 
