Being rascals.
Reading before church (just prior to my vetoing his choice of footwear).
Alien encounters.
Jimmy receiving healing kisses after an injury.
Time-outs for co-nautiness.
Breakfasting together.
And brushing.
(Alright, this is Isaac helping little Zippy. But I thought it was funny.)
And speaking of brushing. James asked if I could help him brush his teeth. "My son, you need help with more than just the brushing..."
How did I get so lucky to spend my days with these two little nuts? And what will we do when James decides to ditch us girls for kindergarten. I shudder at the thought!
