Xander has discovered the phrase "why not?" and uses it all the time. Unfortunately, it doesn't always make sense. Much nicer: a few days ago he started saying "thank you" every time I hand him something. It sounds like "seekoo." It's really sweet.
Slightly less sweet but funny nevertheless: he noticed that mommy doesn't look quite like all the other members of the household, and has been asking where my penis is, or rather, where it has gone. What a strange world we live in, dominated by males with this single odd other creature living among them.
Reese asks "why?" about every. little. thing. When I run out of explanations, he gets exasperated, petulantly begging, "just tell me," as if I know the answer and I'm just stringing him along for the fun of it. He craves information about everything, and doesn't seem to understand that sometimes I simply don't have the information he wants. I'm pretty sure it's not by chance that this coincides with a big burst in literacy skills, drawing, and major exploration of death and kidnapping. Holy schmoly. Four-year-olds are amazing and exhausting.
Griff frequently does his homework on the playground or in the car, since he's figured out that doing it sooner rather than later means having more time in the evening to do fun stuff like playing a computer game or hanging out with Mom & Dad. One glaring exception has been the dreaded Wednesday-night sentence assignment, in which he must write one five-word sentence for each of that week's five spelling words. The first couple of weeks were excruciatingly painful, entire evenings filled with tears and tantrums. Yay, homework. Then a couple of weeks ago things started getting a little easier, last week things were even easier, and this week, he did the sentences completely by himself, early in the evening, without being prompted! That needs more exclamation points: !!!!!!!!!! Go, Griff!