Bryson: Did guys know that this year is an important historical anniversary? 800 years ago?
Me: (whispers to Bryson) The Magna Carta?
Bryson: (whispers back) Yeah.
Kids: Um. Uh.
Bryson: It was an important document written 800 years ago?
Baylor: Microsoft Word!
(Then most of the applesauce I was eating shot into my nose.)
Baylor: (in his sweetest voice) Mom? You know, (garbled) you're pretty smart. (smiles)
Me: (smiles back then wonders) Baylor, did you say, "For a mom, you're pretty smart."?
Baylor: (smiles) Yeah. You know, you and Dad are actually pretty equally smart.
Me: Thanks, b.
Baylor: Happy birthday, Mom! Hey, what time were you born?
Me: Oh, buddy, I don't know for sure, but I think the time has already passed. I want to say that I was born at, like, 7:23 (a.m.) or something.
Baylor: Aww, so at this time 34 years ago you were just born!
Me: (smiling) Yup.
Baylor: (putting his hands on my shoulders and looking right at me, smiling) Mom, you are getting SO old!
Me: (smiling) Aw, thanks, buddy.
Baylor: (smiling almost wistfully) And mom, the older you get the better mom you are.
Me: (smiling) Aww, buddy. (hugs all around)
(One morning right after they got downstairs ...)
Amalia: (snuggling up to Baylor) Mmmmm! How are you so warm?!
Me: Well, you see, your daddy and your brother have this thing inside them for some reason that makes them hot boxes.
Amalia: (snuggling in more) Mmmmmmm!
Baylor: (gets up to get a Lego catalog)
Amalia: Uhhhhhh! Baylor! I need my little hot box!!!