"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Today Isaiah appeared in full batman regalia a few minutes before bedtime. He asked, "Why am I so good at talking like batman?" I asked, "Is it because you are batman?" He laughed and said no. Then he leapt across the furniture, cape flying. In other news, Charlotte can now say "batman" and accurately point him out in a storybook. Ah, and I though it would be nothing but princesses once she was born. Not so.

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