Ethan, to me, this week:
1. Mom, when is eight seven central?
2. In the car: Mom, can you turn on Lady Gaga?
3. In response to my declaration of absolute, undying love for him:
“Well, Mom, just because you love me more than anything in the world doesn’t mean that I have to love you more than anything in the world.”
At least I’ll make up for ignoring Ethan by putting him up in a big fancy house this weekend. That kind of stuff means a lot to little kids, you know.