White Hot Grease Fires of Pure Entertainment!
If people can, I think they should have children. Not just to continue the species--we don't want those mice or some other vermin species to take over the earth!--but because they're so absurdly entertaining. The other day, while riding in the car, Sam announced, "Sam means Jesus, so I'm the Son of God." OK, that's a little weird. Do most 4 year olds say stuff like that? And Gabe is always trying to cut some deal or manipulate someone. Which is reassuring for a parent--I'm sure he'll be fine in this nasty old world, maybe even successful. I wish I could remember some of the other crazy things they've said recently...

Gabe wasn't settling down very well last night and Sam was a tired grouch, so I separated them. I gave Gabe the new mini guitar and tried to teach him to play the SpongeBob theme. He got the concept pretty well. He went and tried to play it for Lauran but her migraine medicines had already claimed her for the evening. I went in and tried to wake her up with it, but also to no avail. This morning, though, she woke up and said that she remembers watching SpongeBob last night. Ha!