Awesome...really, really awesome.

I've been told that our kids are great...awesome even. I've stopped replying sourly with retorts like "yeah, but they can be butt rashes at home" and "it's a show. They beat and torture each other at home".

Last night as I was painting downstairs, Janelle was telling me a story about what happened that evening. I have trouble concentrating whenever I'm working in something with the possibility that I may be interrupted. So, as Janelle is telling me the story, Lily comes downstairs with that "I'm about to interrupt your interaction with a really unrelated story an you'll forget everything that is in your mind right now" look. So, as is common in our house, I gave the international sign of stay back an don't interrupt. So, she stood there bouncing and rocking back and forth while Janelle finished the following story.

Caleb's scout master leaned over and whispered to Janelle "Caleb is awesome! Really, really awesome." Janelle replied "thanks". I said something like "he's mentioned that before to me and it is really an eye-opener when other people say how well-behave our kids are."

Janelle opined that it is good that other people tell him this because Caleb thinks we say this to him because we are his parents. At this point, the conversation was finished and I said "Lily, what do you need?"

"Caleb came in like a flying ape and gave me a purple nurple"