Daniel is FINALLY old enough to feed himself, so last night at dinner I plopped some bread crumbs on his tray and began to eat in peace. It didn't last long - the little stink grabbed the rest of the piece of bread off the table and shoved it into his mouth.

Jared, always the worrier, told me to quickly take it out before he choked.

James, my sweet three year old suddenly quipped "A horrible way to die!"