dear dear dear.

i babysat five-year-old max and seven-year-old conor last night.

those kids say some funny things...

as we ate dinner, conor informed me matter-of-factly that chicken is his favorite vegetable. it was an unexpected announcement and i laughed quite hard. "can i tell you a secret?" i said. "it's mine too."

when we went outside to kick around the soccer ball, he asked me who i thought was the meanest person in the world. i said i wasn't quite sure, and he quickly set me straight by specifically announcing that the meanest person in the world was, in fact, a great white shark.

max was goalie, and conor did a super-ninja-power kick which hit max squarely in the stomach. he looked as if he might cry, and i asked if he was okay. he gave me a patronizing look (as patronizing a look as a five-year-old is capable of giving, in any case), and said, "boys are always okay." well well. sorry i asked.

made me laugh.

in case anyone was wondering, i really want a polaroid sx-70.

seriously. i ache for it. that beautiful leather. that folding goodness. i'mma save up for one on ebay. and maybe start a spare change jar for polaroid film. a polaroid film fund. because that dear1 stuff is dear2.

dear: 1. beloved or loved. 2: high-priced; expensive.