Me:
Hey, guys. Are you okay?

Boone:
Yeah, dude. We're fine.

Me:
Are you sure? Do you need a hug?

Boone:
Nope.

Me:
Can I get you anything?

Wyatt:
Chill out, man. We're fine.

Boone:
What's up with you? You're being creepy.

Me:
I just felt like... y'know... now that you're in preschool, you might feel... I don't know... abandoned.

Wyatt:
Are you kidding? Preschool is awesome.

Boone:
We get to climb on stuff and play instruments and read books and paint.

Wyatt:
You never let us paint.

Me:
That's because the last time we gave you paint, you guys colored your tongues blue.

Boone:
You didn't show us how it worked.

Me:
I didn't have time. I gave you the brushes and you immediately got paint on everything but the paper.

Wyatt:
They showed us at school. Now, I paint all the time. I'm like that Van Gogh dude with the headband.

Me:
That was a bandage. His ear was cut off.

Wyatt:
Then, I'm better because I have two ears. Man, I can't wait to go back.

Me:
You mean you don't miss me when you're at school?

Boone:
We'd like to have you there, but I think there's a waiting list for new enrollments.

Wyatt:
It's kind-of exclusive.

Me:
Well, do you want to paint now?

Boone:
Not now, old-timer. I'm pretty wiped out from all the fun stuff we did at school today.

Wyatt:
Me, too. It was full of awesomeness.

Me:
Okay. I guess I'll go pack your lunches for tomorrow.

Boone:
Cool. And don't skimp on the grapes this time.

Wyatt:
Yeah. I'm using them to blend my own paints for my masterpiece.