On the way to camp this morning, Michael was being silly and making Naomi laugh.
Naomi: Michael, you're so funny. That's why I'm going to marry you.
Michael: I'm going to marry Katie.
Benton (being the wise eight year old): You can't marry your sister. Anyways, you're not old enough to get married.
Michael: I already know that. I know how old I have to be to be married.
(Well I'm glad he does, because I have no idea!)
Michael teaching Benton and Naomi how to make the baby smile:
"You have to say - Yes, baby. Yes, baby. Yes, baby. - over and over again" (In a super high pitched voice.)
Katie actually fell asleep on her own on the way home from camp with only a couple of little cries. That was a first! I put her straight in her room in her car seat. I wasn't going to mess with a good thing.
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