Isaac's school gives them quite a bit of time outside, especially now when the weather is beautiful.  They have all sorts of toys and jungle gyms.  Isaac, in particular, likes a mower push toy that the Easter Bunny happened to bring him (they had to rotate it out at school because Isaac was too attached to it).  But yesterday the teachers found Isaac and another little boy named Gage flopped belly down on the grass staring into the dirt.  They had found some bugs and Isaac and Gage were enthralled.  All bugs, all recess.

We all remember the Why Game, right?  Isaac has started.  We'd say something and he'd ask why.  Then he'd as why to the answer, and to the next, and so on.  Well, players of the Why Game, you have met your match--Bianca, or Professor Sculimbrene to kids at Holy Cross. 

We were driving home from a good nature hike (Mass Audubon's Flat Rock Sanctuary) when the following conversation occurred:

Us: Time to go.
Isaac: Why?
Us: Its lunch time.
Isaac: Why?
Us: Well, we are hungry.
Isaac: Why?
Us: Because we just went on a big hike and we need food.
Isaac: Why?
Us: Because we need food to replenish all of the energy we spent on the hike.
Isaac: Why?
Us: Well, food is how our bodies make energy and when we spend energy we need to get more.
Isaac: Why?
Us: Because our bodies can't just make energy.
Isaac: Why?
Bianca aka PhD Mom: Energy cannot be created nor destroyed, according to the First Law of Thermodynamics.

Bianca won this round of the Why Game. 

Dad was in the shower when Mom walked in with Isaac and said: "Well, Dad...Isaac might smell like Ralph Lauren for the rest of the day."  And boy does he ever.  He got a hold of Mom's bottle and spilled some on the ground in his room and then spilled it on himself.  Mom changed him.  Mom washed him off.  But there is nothing we can do to prevent the odor from overpowering us.  It is official:

Isaac is a 74-year old dowager. 

All he needs now are some opera glasses and Barbara Bush pearls.