Well here's something new....

Noah went to Sunday school this morning, and I stayed home and worked on cleaning up my home office, doing laundry, and other assorted household chores. I didn't ever eat, and when he got home, we decided to have a picnic in his room. Peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches. Got out the bread, put on the peanutbutter. Got out the jelly -- we debated between types and picked the purple kind.

"Grape jelly, Noah," I told him.

"WHAT?" His response was piercing.

"It's made from grapes" I explained.

"I don't believe you" he replied.

You know, it's hard to argue with that. "How can I convince you that it's true?" I asked.

"You're a freak, Mom."

His father came in a minute later. I repeated the discussion for my husband's benefit. "I don't believe you, Mom," he said. "I only believe Daddy."

His father informed him that it was grape jelly.

"Okay, I don't believe you either."

Clearly we're in cahoots.