I like when daddy sings, though.

I was singing along with Walter yesterday and he asked me to stop because I didn't have a good singing voice. He then told me this. I think I need to get his hearing checked.

After seeing President Obama in Indonesia and hearing his trip might be cut short because of a volcanic eruption, Owen became quite interested in volcanoes this week. We made a home made volcano here one night and spend a good half hour watching youtube videos of eruptions another night. He then told me he did his first research at school and he was going to write a report on it. Today he brought home this:

In case you can't read his writing, the occasional backwards letter, and phonetic spellings here is the translation:

"When I went to Hawaii I went over a dead volcano. Hot lava is made from hot rocks."

Maybe it doesn't quite knock your socks off, but it sure did mine! He is officially a kid. No more baby, no more toddler, no more preschooler. He is a kindergartner at its finest.