So Max got a little sunblock in his hair and, not having much hair of my own to do funny things with, I could not resist. He was very pleased and ran around shouting, "I'm Dan Zanes, I'm Dan Zanes!" He also wanted to recreate it for school on Monday, but since it's probably not great to put a lot of zinc oxide in your hair on purpose, we said no.

He is very excited for school these days because 1) it is really summer camp, so they mostly go outside, and 2) he got "promoted" to the oldest group, Las Mariposas. It is a proud day when your oldest son becomes a butterfly, I can tell you that.

Last night as I was putting Max to bed, he asked me to lay down next to him. Though he is supposed to be able to just go to sleep without a whole lot of song and dance, I agreed. Then he said, "Dad, can I touch your face?"

"Why do you want to do that?"

"Because I like you."

Then he put his hand on my cheek, sighed, and fell asleep. Max rocks.

About an hour later, Abe woke up and screamed for 30 minutes. He did that three more times before morning. But Abe rocks, too.