And while this was all silly and rambunctious in the way only 3 and 6 year-olds can be, I'm already thinking about the day when they'll be too cool for this kind of crazy. They'll turn into sulky teenagers who eat in silence as I try to draw any detail about their day out of their tightly sealed lips. I remember how I was as a teenager and I am fearful for the payback I have earned.
Until then, I'm trying to bask in their exuberance the way you'd sop up really tasty sauce with a nice chunk of bread, wiping the plate clean in the process of your enjoyment. I love them so much.