Today while the kids were eating a snack and I was being productive cleaning up the breakfast mess (yes, a lot of time expires between when the meal is actually eaten and when the aftermath is cleared away), I said to my kids, "You guys are the 2 best kids God has ever made." Emory remaked, "God made Ella too." Ella is the baby in my tummy who can not be a boy! Emory refuses to call the baby just baby. It is always Ella. Anyways... I said, "You're right. So actually right now in the kitchen are the 3 best kids God has ever made." To which Emory replied, "We'll soon have two of something. 2 girls or 2 boys, unless you're growing a Wookie in there."
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