This week

V on his piano teacher: He is overrated.

F after pooping: Holy smokes! That was gross.

F to me: Look at that leaf stuck to my (car) window.
Me: That's funny.
F: It's not funny. It's not even cute.

F at 8:40am this morning as we pulled up to the gym: I want to go home and eat tortellini and get in bed.

F before his first swim class (in a year!) this week: I am going to fall into the pool and get lost.

F to me: I like my new house!
Me: Oh good. (please not that it has been almost 10 months since we moved here, ie a third of his life).
F: After this house, I am going to go back to my NY house.