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How’s that?


While I sat eating breakfast this morning, Ava walked up to me and cheerfully asked, “What eating, Daddy?”. 

I looked at her sleepily and replied, “Toast”.

She glanced at her feet then back to me, eyes widening in fear.  In a barely whispered voice, she breathed, “Toes?”

Is that you, Elvis?


This morning, Preston said what I believe to be his first full sentence.  When they woke up…before 6:30 a.m…ugh…Preston handed Cat to me to carry downstairs for him.  When I took it, he said something I didn’t quite understand.  So I asked him, “Did you say thank you or take it?”  He leveled me a when-will-you-start-listening-to-me look and said, “No Daddy.  I say tank you, tank you ver much.”