Moot please...

Ethan is talking like crazy and most of the time you can understand what he says. When you can't a simple look to Jessica will give crystal clear interpretation. Today, however was dad's day! Ethan found Jessica's punch bowl and cups. He began an intense post-breakfast game. H and G and Jessica and I were all still sitting at the table. He brought each of us a cup and said, "Moot" "Moot, daddy. Moot, Nah (Grace), Moot, Nanna (Hannah). Moot, Mommy."

I said "Milk, Ethan" He said, "Yeah, drink!"

Remember, "Moot does the body good. Pass it on."