Sometimes my children are too clever for their own good. Tonight, as we had neighbors over for s'mores on the patio, Ryan opened the door and asked how to spell "insert." Duane told him and didn't think much more about it.
A minute later, Ryan showed up at the sliding glass door wearing a sign on his shirt that read, "Insert Pizza" with two arrows pointing towards his face. He knocked on the door, grinned, and took off.
I only wish I had had my camera at the ready.
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