Also, the other day while Drew was napping I decided to paint my toenails. Zach has been asking me for a few weeks to paint his, and I've managed to avoid it. I knew when I decided to paint mine while Zach was with me would probably make him ask again, but I did it anyway. And, just like I was afraid of, Zach decided he wanted his toenails painted, too. I figured, hey, it's winter still, he wears shoes and socks most of the time, what the hell. So I picked the manliest color I could find in my bag- sort of a steely purple. I figured it wasn't as bright and colorful, and therefore would be less noticeable on both Zach's little toes and on my carpet, should he not let it dry long enough. He thinks it looks pretty great, but he said he wants pink next time. Now that I've done it once, I may have dug myself a hole. Maybe we can make a deal that we only paint his toes in the winter.
Yesterday at lunch Zach went to pick up his grilled cheese sandwich, which had been sitting on his plate for 5 minutes. As he picked it up, he sort of gasped. I asked what was wrong, and he said it was very hot. I said that it couldn't still be hot, and Zach said, "I picked it up, and it's like 7 feet hot!"