We have the car seats in the Suburban set up so that Evie and Maggie are in the very back, and Oliver is in the middle row. He can see Evie when we're driving around. This morning, on our way to playgroup, Evie was jabbering on and on about something. Oliver must have been watching her, because she stopped and said, "Hey, Mister! (She likes to call Oliver "Mister") Did you like that story? How about this one?" (Now let's see how much of her cute story I can remember.) "There was once a little boy named Oliver. He had two sisters named...well, you know their names...Evie & Maggie. He loved his sisters so much. He didn't like it when they did mean things, but he loved it when they did silly things. He always smiled at them. He loved to drink milk and he loved his mama and daddy." She went on an on about that little boy named Oliver. At the end of her story she said, "Mama, Oliver must have liked that story! He smiled all over the place while I was telling it!"

On the way home from playgroup, Evie started asking "Mama, what's that? What's that?" I looked in the rearview mirror to see her holding her index finger out. I told her I didn't know, and asked her where she got "that". She said, "From my nose." Very matter-of-factly. (In this situation, Evie would normally be silly about it. You know how boogers and farts and burps are funny.) I told her it must be a booger, then. "I don't know, Mama, it looks more like a hamburger. It's brown." A little too much info?? I think so.