Gabriel did not hold on to the casserole that rode with us, insisting that with his 'cat-like reflexes', he would be able to grab it before it fell. Predictably, as soon as I made the first turn at a right angle, a bit over half of it wound up on the backseat of my car. He tells me the seat added flavor. I told him to clean it up (and, to his credit, he did).
Our grandmother, when Gabriel was being "ornery" and doing his usual hand-slapping thing, grabbed his hand and attempted to bite him. Best. Grandma. EVER.
Nicole and I discovered that we are the same person. Also, our entire family thinks we are lunatics. We encourage this whenever possible.
And now, for the digesting.