Osamu and Kenzo love asking questions. Kenzo in particular was asking me all kinds of questions all day and all evening. What are cars made of? Where does lava come from? Why can't penguins fly even though they are birds?
I can't get enough.
The boys were eating lunch after we got home from soccer club and Osamu asked one of his million-dollar questions. "Why don’t cats and dogs like each other?"
I've answered this question before and I always say that many cats and dogs actually do like each other, but before I could get a word in Kenzo muttered loudly with a combination of conviction and exasperation, "That’s just the way the world is."
Today was haircut day for all the boys. I walked to my barber and ended up being a little late for my appointment because I decided to take a brief siesta on the couch and conked right out. Eri opened her little boy barber shop after dinner and gave Kenzo and Osamu some springtime cuts. Kenzo complained as usual. He doesn't like the scissors and claim they hurt. On haircut nights Eri probably says some version of "then next time go to the barber shop with papa" at least a half dozen times.
During one of the first practice drills at soccer club Osamu fell down and got upset and came to sit by Kenzo and me and then ended up not wanting to get back in and play. He was just having one of those kinds of mornings. He was grumpy and upset so when Kenzo's elementary schooler soccer group started at 11 I drove Osamu home.
I told Kenzo I'd be back in a little bit and he was fine but when I got back and he finished up practice he started to cry too. Turns out he was sad I wasn't there.

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