I’m getting Brin ready for bed, and at one point I say, “Come here, my pretty girl.” Curious, I then ask, “Brin, what does ‘pretty’ mean?”

Without skipping a beat, Brin replies, “It means good, and helpful.”

Brin has one bite of dinner tonight. After much encouragement to take some more bites, Brin lets me know, “My tummy says ‘Stop eating, Brinley! Your tummy is full.’”

Tonight I’m playing peekaboo with Micah with a cow toy as he’s eating in his high chair. He smiles placidly as he chews, then re-chews, then re-chews his food.