Tonight's thoughts: My 8 year old is already a teenager and my daughter ate a variety of sauces for dinner.

Coen is in to the Beatles right now.  WAY into the Beatles. He carries around his Yellow Submarine book and asks Tad to hook up the ipod at the dinner table, outside, wherever Coen happens to be, so he can listen to Paul, John, George and Ringo. He likes to guess who's singing.

He also likes to round up his neighborhood friends and have them sit with him directly in front of the ipod, pointing out the funny parts of the songs or letting them know who is singing which particular verse.  Today, he and our next-door neighbor, Esteban, put on sunglasses and sat in chairs, listening, bobbing their heads in time to the music.

Coen & Esteban (8 year old teenagers, rocking out) and Lucy--hitting a tree with a stick.

After the Beatles freak out, hit a tree with a stick party, we all came in for dinner.  I made chicken veggie curry for Tad and I.  The kids had some chicken as well and rice and salad.  Lucy and Coen brought out a variety of dipping sauces for all three of these portions of their meal--honey, sweet baby ray's BBQ sauce, french dressing, and raspberry vinaigrette...not to mention croutons. (Which Coen kept calling "crunkles")  Each and every one of those sauces was employed and I have reason to believe that was pretty much all Lucy ate for dinner. 


The Beatles sang us through dinner and ironically, Mean Mr. Mustard ended our night, just before it was time to dip our saucy children in the bath.

Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy some clothes
Keeps a ten MARK LOAD up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man

His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out to look at the queen
Only place that he's ever been
Always shouts out something obscene
Such a dirty old man
Such a dirty old man