Here is a conversation from this morning.
Ian: Can I split a quesadilla with Elijah and that way we can have a romantic lunch?
Me: Um…sure. What does “romantic” mean to you?
Ian: It means…love. And everything is perfect.
Hmm, I think he may have nailed it. He covered the kid table with a blanket, and set places for himself and his little brother, and there they shared their quesadilla.
And, here is the Isaac quote of the day. He had been spending quality time in the bathroom, close to sunset. He walked out of the bathroom, stood at the back door, analyzing the sky, and said, “Wow. I pooped all day.”
Alas, he is more accomplished than I.