Here is one for Michael:
Tonight in the bathtub, the boys splashed around quite a bit. Since I didn't want the water on the floor to seep into the baseboards and discolor them, I began to mop up the splashings with a blue shirt that was already on the floor. I just took my foot and began to mop when Michael says, "Hey! That was my special shirt when I was little!" Dave and I looked at each other and giggled. So here is the question: How old is "little" when you are only three and a half?