Ethan has been very zen about things lately. 

I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up (last year's answer was an army tank guy or a fireman) and he responded with an air of focused tranquility and an inscrutable half-smile:  "I will be what I am." 

Then yesterday, when he was taking a shower, I was poking with dissatisfaction  at my no-longer svelte stomach and muttered something about being fat. He heard me and replied quite matter-of-factly, "You are what you are, Mommy."

Hilarious. 

In other news, classes are going on. I'm already behind on the laundry and my house looks like a truck hit it, but hell, at least my homework is done and my kid isn't weeping emo tears of loneliness (I've been letting the laundry and the vacuuming slide so I at least have a couple of hours to spend with him during the day.)