from the mouth of joel

this morning i got back from a run and began to stretch. from over his bowl of cherrios, joel looks at me and says, "how was your run, mom?"

15 minutes later...

kadin spills his entire glass of milk all over himself and the floor. his bottom lip starts to quiver, signaling a good cry coming on. i start to reassure him, telling him it's okay, and joel says, "it's okay kadin, mommy will clean it up."

so sweet...

usually.