Andrew to me the other day, "Grandma, I just spit on your shoe." (And yes, sure enough, he did. A nice little pool of spit was just sitting there on my shoe.)
Adeline to Grandpa Kent as he was carrying her on a hike through the woods, "Where we are, Grandpa?"
Andrew and Adeline tonight at our New Year's Eve get-together...dancing on the table, uprooting the aloe plant, dis-leafing the parsley, in the tub washing their feet together...regular little imps. Just missing their third partner in crime, Chappell.
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