Kids are fun!

We had dinner at a friend's home last night. Their almost-five-year-old, E, was nearly done with dinner when this conversation began.

E: I'm done with dinner.
Dad: OK.
E: I don't think I'll have any dessert tonight. (There was a chocolate cake.)
Dad: OK. Why not?
E: I haven't eaten enough dinner.
Dad: Alright.
E: I think I should eat some more chicken. (Goes on to finish some more chicken, and later, to eat dessert.)
Dad: Isn't my son great? He parents himself!

We got home and Dan and John spent some time playing with John's letter blocks. (John was mainly playing, Dan mainly videotaping.) John can build a tower of nine with 1" cubes on carpet! Right before Anna was born, a tower of four was about all he could manage.

Dan said to me, "Given John's rate of progress, and the rate at which the World Trade Center rebuilding is being delayed, John may end up being the contractor for that project."