Yesterday I was rushing around trying to get supper on the table and of course everyone under 4 feet tall seemed to be under my two feet the whole time. The Captain was entertaining everyone with a paper airplane Grandma made him on Monday. Finally I said, "Can you please fly your airplane outside the kitchen?"
"Okay, Mama." Out he went with his two followers.
"Gracias," I said.
He smiled.
"Do you know what 'gracias' means?" I queried.
"It means 'Get out of my kitchen!'"
Okay. We'll leave it at that for now!
