Fourteen

Isaac and his fake smile eating the fruit of his labor after our annual caramel apple decorating night last month.

Last night during dinner, Davis kept saying over and over, "Dis is disgusting!" After about the 3rd insult, I told him he couldn't say that anymore, that it was rude and inappropriate. "You don't have to lie and say you like it, but find something that you do like and talk about that instead." "Yeah Davis," chimed in Maddie (with sympathetic eyes as she glanced my way), "Because, I mean, Mom did try really hard to make a yummy dinner."