Grace, at breakfast: "Now you can make oatmeal tomorrow, ya'll!"
Grace, who else?: "Got some poops, Mom!"
Me, to Grace at dinner: "Stop singing and eat your salad."
Bill, about Grace: "I think we've moved up to Discipline 2.0."
Me, to Grace at dinner: "When you're done eating, we'll do a high five. It's worth waiting for."
