This weekend, the fellas played fire-fighting clowns. Such fun.

Noah seemed sleepy when I put him in bed tonight, but when I laid down next to him the monologue started:

"When I fell on the grass, I got an oww-ee. I got a scrape. That happens sometimes. Kids get a scrape, break a arm, get a oww-ee. That's OK. M??? pushed Aeden and Aaron on the playground. He pushed two friends. We don't like it when a friend pushes two friends. You don't like it either. M??? pushed Aeden and Aaron. He didn't push ME. I was getting on the pedal bike. I like the pedal bike. At my playground there is a road I can ride on. I can ride the pedal bike round and round and then I stop and look and no one is coming and I go round and round on the road. I like my best friend. Han is my best friend. I like Han. Han is at home sleeping. It is dark. My friends are at home and my teachers are at home. They are sleeping at their house, with their Daddy, and their Graham, and their Mommy. I like you, Mom. You're my best friend, Mom. You're my best Mom, Mom."

I love hearing about his day in this detail but he seems so old when he calls me Mom.