Isaac got a marker the other day and VIOLA! He drew a french mustache on half of his face. I guess a little of that time in Paris was coming out in him. He is so much fun. It is SO ultimately different having a boy after all the girls. I never before had a plastic horse in the toaster, or found the missing remote control batteries in the fridge. I really never considered, before Isaac came along, that I would ever have to say "Don't drive that car in your food" at the dinner table.
His favorite thing to do is get a plastic stool from our schoolroom, and sneak to the kitchen to get something to eat. If someone is in the kitchen he says, "Please go away" so he can do his thing without being seen, or stopped. At least the boy has manners, he always says Please. Gotta Love Him.