Max looking at some framed pix on the window sill

Max looking at a photo booth pic of Jenn and I from c. 1998: "daddy, you look wierd in this picture."
Me: "what do you mean 'wierd'?"
Max: "I don't know, you look like a kid"

Max & me

Max: Do you have to go to school to be an astronaut?
Me: Yes. You need to know lots of math and physics.
Max: What's physics?
Me (scratching my head, trying to figure out how i am going to explain everything that physics encompasses.  i take the easy route): Oh, things like gravity, how things move, that kinds of stuff.
Max: Well, Daddy, I'm a little bit ready to be an astronaut.
Me: Really.  How so?
Max: Well, I know math - i can count really well.  And I know ALL about gravity.

Max & Jenn Over Breakfast

So Charlie has just moved out of his high-chair...or, more precisely, is still IN his high-chair, but uses it at our kitchen counter.
Jenn: "This is so exciting.  The Goldstone boys eating breakfast at the breakfast bar."
Max: "This is a bar?  This doesn't look like a bar.  Where's the wine?"

Charlie

For the first time tonight it was "Daddy" (or something approximating it) and "Mommy" (or something approximating it) instead of "Dada" and "Mama".
I guess my baby is growing up.

Max on the Flintstones

Max's spontaneous description of the Flintstones: 

"The big guy Fred always goes with the little guy...and they always run away from the wifes [sic]."

I believe he's only seen 2 episodes but he's pretty much got it.