Jacob Romine, CIA

Little Jakey woke with a bright, smiley, sleepy face, saw a ball that Abby was carrying and spent the next 30 minutes screaming, throwing toys, teasing Abby and generally making our morning delightful.

After I'd found Abby three other balls to play with, she happily handed 'the' ball over to Jake, who sat down and ate his pancakes as if none of it had happened.

"Mommy, don't be mad," he said.

"I'm not mad."

"Yes you are. Your eyebrows are still mad."