Tuesday, June 2, 2009

The Good Life

My youngest brother, Peter, was getting ready for his coach-pitch baseball game tonight. He showed off his uniform and said, "See? I have the number 7. I picked the number 7 because that's how old I am. When they were handing out shirts, I thought, 'Hm, I think 6... No! Wait, I'm 7!' so when they came around I got a 7! And now everyone knows how old I am! But even when I'm 8, I'll still want the number 7."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"7 is a good number. It's just... nice. It has this shape about it. They way it goes across and down-- it's a good shape."

"Oh... I see." I said.

"I would like to just be 7 forever, but still grow older. 7 is just good."


  1. Yeah... Peter didn't get the artist gene that runs in the family. 7 year old that likes typography.

  2. I love it, Lizzy's number is 7 too! She thinks it is becuase she is 7! Kids are funny!