Me: Isaac, how old are you?
Isaac: Pive.
Me: No, Evan is five. How old are you?
Isaac: Tirty-nine.
Me: Are you two?
Isaac: No two. Tirty-nine!

Evan: Here, daddy, here's a hand stamp for your hand because you did such a good job with dinner.

And my favorite conversation ever...
Evan: Mommy, you can really eat a lot.
Jerry: That's because Mommy has the biggest belly of us all.
Evan: Yeah, but daddy, you have a bigger belly.
Mommy: Yeah, daddy.
Evan: And daddy, the reason your belly is bigger is because you are OLDER.
Mommy: Take that.
For the 100th time, I want to point out that Evan is the most loyal boy ever.

Recent picts from Tiny Town:








Evan picts from when we let him take the camera (on the way to the mailbox):
















Other picts: