Quite possibly the cutest, sweetest kids that ever lived

here they are:

So this little guy and I are in Old Navy by the hats while his mom tries on new jeans after a chocolate labrador peed on her (long story). And he's letting me put hats on his head and cover his eyes and pinch his nose through the hat and he's cracking up. And I pick him up because he's so pick-upable and I say to him (don't tell my mom) "you'd better quit it, cute stuff, or you're going to make me want one of you!" And he promptly leans over and bites my boob. I couldn't make this up.

And this little monkey, who every time I called her that would answer "I'm not a monkey, I'm a girl!"

This is her getting a tattoo of a witch, which absolutely had had had to come off in the bath that night. I washed it off her arm and later she asked me if I knew where the witch had gone. Not connecting to what she was talking about, I asked what she meant, and she led me over to the tub to show me where we'd scrubbed her off and pointed at the drain. Precious.