This morning both kids came in and plopped into bed with us while we drowsed. When John first came in, he said "We need a cowabunga!" And then he said, "We need a Johnabunga!" Later, Hanna was doing the little LeapPad in her room, and John said he wanted to do the little LeapPad, and I said well, Hanna is doing it right now. And John said "But I'm a little kid. Hanna isn't growing." Ha. (He was trying to convince me that since he was little, he should have the little LeapPad.)

Last night at snacktime, John slipped and fell down, bumped himself and cried a bit. (He was supposed to be sitting down and eating.) I comforted him a little, but Hanna wasn't about to let me take her job. She came over and sat on John's chair, clapped her hands together a couple times and said "come here", and held out her arms to John. He came to her and she gave him a hug. Awwwww.