Evie, Oliver, and I were driving to pick Maggie up from school yesterday. We passed a fire station, where they had a fire truck out in the driveway. The front end of it was tipped up, and they were obviously working on it in some manner. Evie said, "Mama, did you see that fire truck? It was all tipped up like that? They were fixing it. Maybe a spring popped off." Heehee, maybe.

At dinner last night, we all held hands while Daddy said a prayer. Maggie gave Mama and Daddy each a kiss on our hands before letting go. We both told her thank you, and she replied, "I'm a good kisser!" Cracked us up!