No Farms on the Moon

It's hard to describe just how extraverted Ethan is. He can strike up a conversation with just about anyone, even grumpy New Englanders. Picking him up from preschool might best be described as watching a candidate running for president -- he throws big waves to everyone, shouting "bye! bye!" as loudly as he can, then flashes his big smile when he finally catches their eyes. Leaving his preschool room usually entails a round of hugs and kisses for whichever kids or adults are willing, then another round of hugs and kisses for whoever is still in want of one.

Ethan also continues to develop his sense of humor. He can imitate himself and others for comedic effect. Yesterday he was incredibly cranky, and insisted, among other things, that "Ethan is English". When I told him no, he burst into huge sobbing tears (I have no idea what he was trying to say, because he was not at all appeased when I explained that he was talking English). Later, when he calmed down, he imitated himself crying, making it clear he realized how silly he was being. Here's a photo of Ethan making a funny face.

Last night Ethan also noticed the full moon rising. He started talking about how soldiers went in rocket ships to the moon (we told him the word was astronauts). For some reason he then started talking about what wasn't on the moon. He ended with "No farms on moon". Yes, indeed, as of today, there are no farms on the moon. Mark thought this might make a good title for a sci-fi book.