* Darryl was making our Sunday night "free for all" dinner (basically, we eat whatever we find HA); Nate said, "Dad's the baker; sometimes the baker sits down and eats with us.". I later learned that "baker" is actually "waiter" and that on Saturday, Darryl served Nate his snack at their little table in the living room where Nate told him he was the "baker". It all slowly started to make sense.
* Last Sunday, Josh sang for 6 hours. While he played, ate, walked, sat . . he just kept singing a song . .or songs. . .changing words, making up nonsense words. I may or may not have locked myself in my bedroom to avoid insanity.
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