As I was preparing supper the other night, I heard the three voices of my children. But they weren't talking to each other.
As I listened closer, I heard one talking about Poppleton and Cherry Sue. Cowboy talking about some new kittens. And the Little One was squealing.
Then I peeked my head around the corner of the kitchen and saw this:
I think Grandma W might be just a little bit proud...