I'm laying in my bed this afternoon, taking a nap, half in and out of consciousness. I hear Ben open the door of his room and go into the bathroom. The sound of tinkling reaches my ears, followed by a declaration from Ben,
Said by Will, as he was trying to tickle me while I was attempting to change clothes after supper, "Daddy has lots of meat to tickle."
Quote of the day from Will. After supper, while we were still seated at the table, Will turned to me and said, "I stink. Can you smell me?"
