Every evening Rowan and I go sit outside and look for fireflies and bats. It's really a precious summer routine for us. We wait until dusk, go sit either in the front or back yard, and point out to each other anything of interest. Last night gave rise to a couple of hilarious quotes from Rowan that I just had to share.
The sun was setting, and up in the sky the clouds looked pink instead of white. It was quite striking. Rowan said, "How did they get that way? Daddy must have climbed up on the roof with crayons and colored those clouds pink!"
We heard a baby crying at one of our neighbor's houses. Rowan said, "I hear a baby crying. That means it does not like its mom and dad."
Our neighbor stepped outside onto his back porch and called to his dog whose name is Jake. Rowan said, "Woah! I just heard a weird cricket! Its chirp sounded like, 'JAKE.'"
The baby cried again, and Rowan said, "Maybe it is my baby. I had a baby sister, but she died." (I know this one seems a little somber, but it's actually kind of funny given that I'm pretty sure he has no idea what "died" actually means, and that I have been told my sister Julie also fabricated stories about a fictitious sibling when she was young. If this kind of creativity runs in the family, I can't wait to hear the whoppers Rowan will tell in a couple of years.)