Anna, while eating her toast, commented off-hand, "I want lots of family." Intrigued at her perspective, I asked her what she meant. (After all, I thought we were definitely toward that end.) "Lots and lots and lots." Well, I bet we'll be there...in about 100 years.

I was tucking Anna to bed, when she pointed to her cheek and said, "You can kiss me here." "Thank you," I responded, with a kiss. "You're welcome. You can kiss me there always," she granted.