Sara put a bunch of carrots on the table at lunch time. James yelling and almost in tears, "No carrots! I don't want carrots!" Me, "Don't worry, they're just for mom. You don't have to eat them." James sweetly, "Can I please have some carrots." Sometimes...
We were explaining winter solstice to the boys this morning, and how the effect is exaggerated at the poles. Nate goes, "When it's summer at the north pole you better get on a boat quick!" Which sparked a debate between Sara and myself about whether or not the ice was permanent at the north pole. As we're discussing and Sara is Google-ing the answer on her phone, Nate pipes up, "Adults sure aren't very smart. You forget a lot of things..."
Put the tree up today. Later we watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer together (Sara's tradition). As soon as the movie started and the FBI warning came up, Nate goes, "It's too scary, let's turn it off." James goes, "It's okay, I'm not scared, my Dad's right here."
Nate staged a small venue limited run performance art piece the other day. He spent most of the day preparing in the "quiet time" room. A photo of the sign he made for the show is attached. Visitors were required to press a green button he made to enter the show. Once in they were seated and the lighting adjusted (the hallway light needed to be off). He then placed his toy electric guitar on a small red box (his "guitar amp") and pressed a button on the guitar to play one of the pre-recorded songs. He then went inside a box he had prepared with a happy face drawn on it and a hat on top. He then stuck his hands out of two holes he had cut in the sides of the box and began waving his hands to the music (his rendering of it can be seen on the sign if you look closely). I have no idea where he gets these ideas from, but wherever it is, the supply appears to be endless.