Love Is ...

While I was chauffeuring the boys to and from music lessons on Saturday, Abby asked Bryon to tell her how  we fell in love. Apparently his version was as simple as "I thought mommy was cute, and she thought I was cute."

"But you know what, Abby?" I said. "Daddy was also nice to me. He was a gentleman. He was polite and courteous. You need to find a boy who treats you nice, too." She thought about it a minute. I hoped I'd made an impression, and then she replied, "Well, good job getting a bald guy."