I’m sitting at Mr. W’s desk in his bedroom chatting online, and then I overhear from the living room Son’s voice saying something, and then Daughter’s voice, “Yeah, I’m going to Vegas, too.” TOO? Did she say TOO?

I ran out. “[Son]!” I called. “You’re going to Vegas?”
“Yeah, I am,” he said very good-naturedly.
“I am so proud of you!” I burst. “Don’t forget when you get up there to thank your grandparents for all the money they gave you last Christmas cuz you hadn’t seen them,” I couldn’t help rubbing in.
“Yeah, I know,” he laughed.

Whoooo! *running around the cyber blog room high-ten-ing everyone*