Ahhh leaves.

When we walked into the Christmas-decorated mall today, Michal looked at me and said, "It's not Chistmas time. It's not even Thanksgiving yet."

I think she might have heard me say that, oh, a few times recently.

And then this afternoon, as I was covertly throwing a yellow crayon in the trash, Kenna caught me and said, "Mommy, don't throw away my yellow crayon. I can still draw with that on paper."

Oops, busted. In my defense it was a cheap restaurant crayon that no longer had a point or much wrapper on it.