Vian (4yo) and Yoshi are snuggled up in the office couch with a cozy blanket around them, playing a game on iPad. Vian turns to me and says, Vian: Appa, can you get me something to eat? Me: Come with me, let’s find something for you. Vian: But I’m too comfy. You get me something. Me: Ok, but you have to eat whatever I get. Vian: Nevvvermind….

Vian (4yo) runs into my home office and threatens to slice me. He strikes a pose with a hand on his hip, legs wide apart and a foam sword in one hand. I turn on my music which plays an upbeat song on the speakers. His tiny legs start moving to the melody and pretty soon he’s shaking his hip and bobbing his head. The kid can’t control himself when it comes to music....

Both kids insisted that they want to get ready for bed last. I told Vian (4yo) in secret that we’re going to trick Sempi (8yo). He should floss and brush but not do MiPaste (a Fluoride paste). Then after I get Sempi ready we can do MiPaste, Vian would be the last to get ready. Vian bought into the idea and he brushed first with a mischievous glee. The plan worked like a charm, Sempi was happy that he was brushing after Vian and Vian was happy that he didn’t do his MiPaste until after Sempi brushed, thus he was the last to get ready for bed....

When Sempi and I go on walks, we occasionally discuss something we both find interesting. Today during our walk today, I told Sempi memory is a tricky thing. If we have to remember a sequence of numbers some of them are really easy but others are hard. For example, we can easily remember 1,2,3,4,5,6,7. We can also remember 7,6,5,4,3,2,1 but it is quite hard for us to remember a random sequence like 3,4,2,5,1,7,6....

Sempi declared that he found a word that rhymes with Orange, the color Orange. He thought they had different spelling, after I corrected him the following conversation ensued. Me: The color orange and the fruit orange have the same spelling. The meaning differs based on the context. For example, when you say my car is orange it means the car’s color is orange, it doesn’t mean the car is a fruit....