OK, we know...I am sad. So...b.o.r.i.n.g. Words say it many different ways, but really, that's it. So now for something completely different (I hate Monty Python), a story.

I was pregnant with Dana, and Auntie Judy decided she'd take David, age 2, to Yorkton for the weekend to see Granny and Grandpa. I was working, and can't remember what Doug was up to. At a family gathering (Mom and Dad S. ALWAYS had LOTS of family over for Sunday dinner) someone asked why Dave was with Auntie. His reply, mom's working and daddy's sleeping...life as observed by a 2 year old. Smart guy....