Saturday we had a particularly rough time with Joel. He was pretty moody, not content with anything, demanding, and certainly whiny. As Mark pushed him up to the table so he could eat his pancakes, he said, "This would be a good day to call the grandparents and say, "Joel would love to come and see you today. Can I bring him over?"
I couldn't have agreed with him more, but I was laughing too hard to say so!