Two things

First, a short skit, as verbatim as I can manage, from one morning last week on the way to school:

Heath: Want PaPa pick-a-me up  fum skoo.  (repeated 3 to 4 times)

Me: Well, PaPa is not available today.  PaPa is riding his bike across North Carolina today.

---30 seconds---

Alder: Daddy, when I grow up, I want to be wore out.

Me: (Laughing, as I knew where this was probably going.) What do you mean you want to be wore out?

Alder: I want to be wore out like PaPa and Granddad, so I can not go to work. 

Me: Well, one day you will be worn out, I promise, and then you can do whatever you want.

Alder: When are you going to be wore out?

Me: Not for a long time still, but one day I will too. 

Alder: Then you won't go to work?

Me: Only to the work I really want to go to.

Alder: (processing)

Heath:  Want PaPa pick-a-me up  fum skoo.  (repeated 3 to 4 times)

Me: (sigh)

Secondly, this picture, Les took with phone, that I love.  The overexposure of the sunlit shirt against the mysterious space of that rootball is just jewel-perfect randomness:

I know I still owe a post on Heath's obsession with baseball (and now Dan Zanes).  Heath is proving to be very much an all-or-nothing type of guy, taking things to the very limit of his capability.  More soon (hopefully)...