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.