gage says v.98

Me: Why don't you go upstairs and play?

Gage: I would rather look under the table for lost pretzels right now.

Me: Owsley, why do you smell like pretzels?

Gage: I think he stores food in his diaper.

Me: What do you want to do today?

Gage: I think it's a good day to learn to fly a real airplane.

Gage and Owsley were taking turns whacking each other on the back.

"Oh don't worry mommy, we are just practicing 'rough massage'.''

Me: No one in the world will ever love you like your mommy does.

Gage: Are you trying to tell me that you love me more than you love daddy? Because if you do, I will keep it a secret.

"Do you think I will ever get to be one of those brown guys who didn't get to fly an airplane at the beginning of the war, but then got their own team? I think I would like to be one of those guys."

We recently watched the Tuskegee Airmen movie, and Gage was fascinated. But I did have to sit down and have a little talk when he said:

"I'm going to tell my friends that it's a pretty good thing that we weren't born brown men a long time ago!"

I put a lot of Owsley's baby toys on the side of the road for someone to snag, and Gage saw them when he got off the bus.

"So did you finally decide to kick him out or something?"


Gage: Owsley, you will probably end up going to jail.
Owsley: Nooooooo!
Gage: Probably not while you're a baby. You don't have to worry about it right now, but it's something you should think about for the future.