Two fun Julian stories...
Tuesday night I was so exhausted that after putting the babies to bed, I collapsed onto the guest bed in the room where Julian was playing. I was laying cross-wise on the (twin) bed, which wasn't particularly comfortable, but I didn't particularly care either. Mostly, I just wanted to remain immobile if possible. Julian laid down next to me, put his hand on my cheek and gave me a kiss. "I love you, Eema. Do you want to go to sleep? Would you like me to sing Shema to you? Why don't you put your head on the pillow up here?" he asked. He was so sweet. Then he gave me a hug and I dragged myself off the bed and went off to my own bed to go to sleep.
Wednesday morning, Julian and I were in the van, driving to school. Julian inquired about when he would be able to get his own car. I decided that 20 was a reasonable age, so I told him so. He countered that 21 seemed better, and I agreed. I told him that I was 23 when I got my first car and he asked how old I am now. "I'm *bleepity bleep* now. I've had a car for *bleepity bleep* years!"
He thought for a moment and said, "Wow, Eema, you need a new car."
"But this IS a relatively new car to me!" (having just purchased the van last Spring)
"Yeah, Eema, but this car has bird poop on it!"
Clearly, Julian will need to be a zillionaire in order to have the disposable income required to support the lifestyle to which he is hoping to grow accustomed.