Dinner.

So tonight at dinner Dave and I were trying to discuss leaving the kids next week for a little much-needed vacation run down south. Jack of course needed Dave's full attention at that exact moment so he started with a soft, "Dad."

Which turned into screaming right into his face, "Dad, Dad, Dad, DAD!" Dave finally turns to Jack and asks, "What?" Jack grins at him, holds up three fingers, and says, "I'm gonna be three."

That was all he had to importantly say. That's it. That is how our life goes. Jack demanding our attention and us holding back the laughter at his crazy responses.

And of course Brigham sat chuckling quietly in his high chair. He thinks Jack is hilarious!