Alane took the boys out to the train station to meet me as I came home tonight. They kept saying, "Tuckahoe station" as we walked back. Along the way we passed the neighbor on the corner, out on the curb with his lawn-mower. John Paul was captivated by it -- no doubt thinking of his own mower, the one that blows bubbles out the side as he pushes it.

Hey Joe, does your mower do that?

Right now they're in the bath, and I can hear the splashing/screaming. Alane told me they watched today the videotape we made of them when they were little babies -- including some footage of John Paul in his first year. He wanted to know where Joseph was in those videos. Alane had to explain that he wasn't there yet.

Not an easy notion for little Cookie to comprehend.