Deep thoughts with Grace

During lunch today:

G: I keep my memories in my brain. Where do you keep yours?

In my blog, dear, in my blog.

Back at it

It's been a while since we've had a good quip around here. But this morning, as Jason was seasoning our brisket for dinner and Grace was "supervising", she told him:

"You'd better wash your hands, Dad. If you don't wash them, you'll throw up."

Probable I suppose.