I went into Keeghan’s room this afternoon to collect him from his nap. (I know, great story hook, right? But that’s what happened. I walked in and there he was all cute and snuggly, curled up with his blanket.)

Keeghan: We gonna go get Ian?
Me: Yes! It is time to go get Ian! Want a hug?
Keeghan: Go ride stroller. Okay, you!

He stood up and flung his arms around my neck, and I gave him a hug.

Keeghan: I want to change the diaper.
Me: You need a diaper change?
Keeghan: We always change the diaper.

Well. He settled my hash.

In other news, Ian’s lunch box came home with a hole in it yesterday, which MIGHT have happened when he threw it up in the air and it landed on the tile in the cafeteria, but he doesn’t think so. Also, he has a gift for the family which he informs me is “definitely not a clay luminary” and also does not “have a hole where you put in a candle.” In that case, the suspense is killing me.