Tonight at dinner, Gillian was being difficult. She didn’t want to eat dinner. So she would talk to us or talk to the dog, or drop her fork or drink her milk. Daddy and I must have said “Gillian eat your dinner!” a dozen times. One time I told her to eat her dinner, she responded “Wait a minute. I’m talking.”

Also during dinner, the sun was shining on John. I tried to block it from shining in his eyes, but that didn’t work. Daddy suggested that John wear his sunglasses while eating. He loved that idea. He got them and came back to the table saying “This is the best part of a sunny day!” When he sat down with his shades on, Gillian asked him “Can you see me?” John said “Yea! I can see everything just darker!”

After dinner, John asked “Is today Friday?” I told him that it was Saturday and asked him if he knew what day tomorrow was. John said “Tomorrow is Sunday. I don’t like Sundays, unless it’s one you can lick.”

These two crack me up and keep me in my toes. Love them.