Last night, as I was making our lunches, Noah and I were talking...well, I was talking and Noah was listening intently! I told him all about eggs and how they came from yummy chickens, why I was wearing a red/white/blue ribbon, about what we talked about in church that morning, about how mean it was of daddy to go to work and leave us all alone that afternoon. Meanwhile, my hubby was laughing at me and calling me a spaz.

Am I the only one that has real (on-sided of course) conversations with my little furball?