I would be flattered, but...

Today I was watching "Secondhand Lions" with Meagan while I was folding my laundry. We got to the part where young Hub sees the beautiful princess Jasmine for the first time. As she's climbing out of the water on the sea shore, Meagan starts saying, "It's you, Mom, it's you!" Well, I would be flattered...but she's also been saying this is me, too:

This is a toy hanging from Sean's bouncy seat. If Meagan can see a similarity there, then it's not much of a stretch for her to see a similarity anywhere else.

A few days ago, we bought a little jungle gym for the girls--something new to occupy themselves with in the backyard--but didn't get around to fully assembling it until last night. Nate at first said it would take him ten to fifteen minutes to put the whole thing together. I was skeptical, but let him have at it. I went out to check on his progress later (a lot later than just fifteen minutes), and found that he was nearly done, until I noticed that he'd put some of the bars in wrong. He really did just "have at it." He didn't even read the assembly instructions or look at the parts list. There were two types of bars that were the same size, but intended for different places, and he hadn't noticed and put some of them in the wrong place. He had to disassemble three or four bars and redo them, which was kind of a pain. Finally, we got the whole thing together, and the kids had a blast playing on it. I'm glad we got it.