Jon and I were talking about how different families have different names for their grandparents. Sylvia's are "Nana and Poppy", while we call ours "Grandma and Grandpa". "That's our policy," says Jon.
I was pushing Jon on a swing, when he called out "More salt!. I pushed a bit higher. After a minute, he called out "More pepper!" I pushed a bit higher. Then he said, "Hot sauce!"
I asked Jon to put his dirty clothes in the hamper (full disclosure...that was one pair of sweatpants and one sock). He said, "Why do I have to do all the chores?"
There is a place in the Children's Museum where parents can take pictures of their kids, with the kids face as the center of a flower. Jon put his face through, and growled, "I'm an angry flower!"