Grace came in to snuggle with us this morning (don't you love long weekends?), and was jabbering on in her standard Grace way. At one point she took my arm and wrapped it around her and said, "A Mama just for me," then snuggled up to Jeff and said, "A Daddy just for me." Jeff said, "What about Peter?", so Grace, in all her egocentric splendor, said, "A brother just for me!". Jeff said, "No, doesn't Peter get a Mama and a Daddy?" Her response? "No, his parents are dead. A dinosaur ate them." We asked about other family members, and apparently the dinosaur ate all of them, but not Peter, because he was in the house. He lives with us now because he has no family, and we're his friends.

All I have to say is, thanks goodness she's not the oldest!