Today, three childish quotes:
We don't eat meat often, only in times of winter or famine and when I walk by and smell the roast chicken all in a row at the Costco. After school, as I was picking the juicy meat off the bird in the kitchen, Seth would periodically sneak a bite. Lucy passed through and Seth proceeded to beg her to try it:
"Lucy! (with much force) You've got to try this chicken, it isn't like what we ate last night (the swordfish), it is beef chicken."
As she climb in the back seat at 1pm today, I asked "How was school today?"
"I don't want to talk about it!" (with a grunt)--ever the dramatist.
(Later, she reported optimistically about the painting and hand holding in line for the restroom).
There are few things my children do "without fail", but Hazel, without fail, is the first one up and climbs in between Dr. Gooch and I to finish her slumber until the other kids wake up. This morning, her Dad got up to shave his stubble.
"Dad, do you have some hair?"
"No, Hazel, I don't"
"We need to go buy you some!"
Ever watching out for others.