House of Pearlman

The other day, Oscar was looking at a page of a maze book, illustrated with flying saucers. Then he turns to me and says: “I like Space.”

When I told him that I liked Space, too, he got really ticked off, implying, I think, that there wasn’t enough Space for the both of us. I tried to explain why that probably wasn’t the case, but he would have none of it.

Now, a few days later, every time I say “I like Space,” he says “No you’re not!” and then goes right into a fit of hysterical laughter.