Things they say

Oliver:
"You got to make it how it works"
"You got to make it how it goes"
"God, thank you for mommy's job"

Wesley:
"Daddy, the firetruck's crying. The firetruck is sad because the firetruck misses firetruck's mommy."
"Don't be hurt."
"Don't be crying."

Max:
I want water
I want nuk
No! No! No! (in response to offers to kiss him or pick him up)

We've been hanging out at my college, and the boys are starting to understand that it's a school and my job - that I work at a school - and that all of the buildings are the school. Oliver looks around at all the buildings like a newly appointed king over a vast kingdom and says, "Mommy, it's _all_ the school!"

We show them their preschool on campus where they'll go next fall. They seem to understand the idea and like it (thank goodness!)

My other story is about the YMCA. We were playing there in a gym with three little girls -- six kids, two balls. Wesley grabbed both balls and laid on them so he wouldn't have to share. Another mom told him he had to share. I watched his eyes scanning the room, making a plan. He made eye contact with Oliver, who came over close to him. Wesley handed one ball to Oliver, and in an instant they were both running away from the girls. It was the first time I'd seen them team up against other kids to benefit each other. You might call it bullying, but I call it solidarity. Go twins! (I did do what was expected of me - went over there and made them share.)