The other day we were taking the kids to the library in the wagon. They're big enough now that Jill can no longer pull them both in the wagon. Officially, the wagon was only brought to sustain those children unable to continue the march to the library. However, immediately, Ben gets into the wagon sitting in the forward facing bench seat.

"Ben, move to the other seat so I can get into the wagon." His sister requested.
"No."
"Dad, Ben won't move seats"
"Well, he was in the wagon first. Why don't you sit on the other seat." I replied.
"Oh, Ben," she says, "Do you see that spider moving up the wall of the wagon by your seat?"
"Oh, no." He replied, thoughtfully. He moves to the other seat - not frightened or nervous but ceding his place because of his sister's claim on all things related to animals, insects, or biology.

Later in the week, we were washing the kids and Ben ran down stairs after getting dried off. He said to me, "Look how clean I am. I'm ready for vacation!"

Then, on the weekend, we went to visit Grandma Tina. Next Saturday we leave for one month in Wisconsin, Chicago, and nearby locations.