Poor Kid

Last night David came in crying and holding his cheek (I wasn't home, but Darin assumed it was a bee sting).  Nothing seemed abnormal last night, but this morning he woke up looking like this:

Apparently the sarcasm starts early around here...

Tonight we were all sitting in the family room after a long and busy day.

I yawned a big yawn and said, "I'm sleepy."

Brig (who turned 2 just a couple of weeks ago) didn't skip a beat and replied, "Hi.  I Briggy".