Just in time for the day before Halloween, I unearthed these shirts. I thought I’d given all of the ones we had away (from sister) because we’d outgrown them, but not quite yet!
(Although in this photo he is wearing 4T, Rio also is still wearing 3T for many things! Yes, he’s about to turn 5 on Sunday! Tashi’s shirt above is size 5! Yes, about to turn 7 next Friday!)
Yoshi is on one of the seats—where she usually muscles her way in at every meal.
Rio: “I want to be a policeman when I grow up!” Later, I found this in his papers from school:
Other Rio artwork, from learning about the postal system and mailing mail. He’d mailed this to himself from school:
Tashi has been concerned about the length of her name when she gets married (to be fair, a concern we had before we decided to hyphenate them!). “My name is going to be very long when I get married unless I marry Rio and we have the same last name.” [Ensuing conversation about why siblings don't get married, or even cousins, these days.]
Tashi: “When you win by a hair, your hair goes across the finish line before the other person.” (Said with authority.)
Tashi: “What does the D.C. in Washington mean?”
Us: “What do you think it means?”
Tashi: “Washington Double Cool?”
Rio, watching husband do something on the iPhone: “What does that say?”
Husband: “Search the web.”
Rio: “O, so maybe he’s a spider and the words are caught in him and you have to find the words you said!”
Tashi, looking at skeleton lights decorating Amber’s house: “How many little people did you kill?” (I am still laughing about that one!)
Tashi’s comment when told where we were meeting Dan and Kim up in the Shawangunks a few weeks ago at a restaurant called Gunk Haus: [long pause] “Do we really have to eat gunk?”
Tomorrow starts Halloween and a parade at Travell and then Ivy and then trick-or-treating >> Saturday family birthday at home >> Sunday outsourced chocolate child birthday. Wish us luck!