See . . . we ARE angels!

Mom and Dad say we aren't always angels.   What does that mean, anyway?   We went outside and showed 'em today after the beautiful snowfall.  SEE MOM!   WE ARE ANGELS!

Tricycle antics . . watch out, here I come!

Abe: Our favorite bike riding is steep and fast using our driveway as the launching ramp.  Check me out:

Dad, it's Quinoa not Couscous

Koh: Dad served us leftovers tonight while Mom was out, and sometimes I think he doesn't even know what he's putting on the table.   For example tonight he put out re-warmed quinoa (keen'wah) and asked me if I liked this couscous.   I told him quickly "Dad, it's quinoa, not couscous."   I mean come ooooooooon Dad, EVERYONE knows the difference between quinoa and couscous.   (Dad's editorial: I was at least 40 before I learned of either of these grains, and now I have a 4-yr old smart-ass correcting me?)

Twins, but not alike

Abe: Koh is a real picky eater and I'm not.  Take kiwis, for example.  He won't eat 'em unless they're peeled and sliced.   For me, I LOVE kiwis any way I can get 'em.

Just hand it to me . . . I eat it whole, just like an apple!   That fuzzy skin feels nice in my mouth!   Dad taught me that trick.