+++I was cleaning the kitchen, Joel was perched on a bar stool leaning over the counter. It was apparent that he'd been mulling something over in his little mind. Not one to keep his ideas to himself, he proceeded by telling me there were a lot of things he wanted to do when he grew up to be an adult. He elaborated a bit and then he said, "So I'm being careful not to die." It's what every mother wants to hear, I suppose.
+++The whole family was together in the family room, Mark sitting in the red chair, the kids and I all piled on the couch. I had been absent-mindedly caressing Joel's shorts-clad legs. When I stopped he said, "You can touch my sweet skin."
+++The boys were out playing football in the backyard with a neighbor. All of a sudden they burst in through the back door to tell me that Joel had a bloody nose. "How did that happen?" I asked, as I reached for the Kleenex. I saw Joel peeking at himself in the mirror while he told me what caused it. As I held out the Kleenex, he said, "I don't want to wipe it. It looks cool." And out he ran!
I took this picture a bit later. He does look cool, I guess.