By any means possible...

Sometimes a man just needs a good book to get things moving...

Daddy's cars...

Sometimes when I'm in the office, Evan likes to come in and play with things on the shelves. We have large built-ins, but the shelves are too small for much other than little knick-knacky items. You know those items: the junk you collect from various places (shot glasses, baseballs, bobbleheads) that you don't quite know what to do with but you're not quite ready to part with either.

Bryan has some cars on these shelves also. I would gladly part with them...but they're important to him, so they stay. Evan has always been fascinated with these cars. He looks at them, he rolls them gently when he thinks we aren't looking, and he names them off by make and model. Genius, that child.

The other day, while I was checking e-mail, I heard Evan say, "Dese are mine and Daddy's cars, Mommy. You no touch." When I looked up, Evan had put his little Lamborghini right next to Daddy's big Lamborghini. Precious.

And then, satisfied with what he'd done (and convinced I wouldn't intervene), he sat down to read a book while I finished.

At least he wasn't "reading" the dictionary like he normally does.

By the way, please note his "big boy" underpants. He's making progress!