earlier this week i was putting the kids in the car so we could go to the library.  after i buckled nathan into his carseat, i looked up to see max sitting in the driver's seat with his hands on the wheel.  he looked at me and in total seriousness asked, "mom, can i drive?"  "um, i don't think so," i replied.  "yeah, max," chirped in emma, "you can't drive until you're 16!"  "no, emma," i corrected her. "YOU can drive when you're 16.  max can't drive until he's 21."

nathan was crying (actually, let's be honest, he was screaming like a banshee) this afternoon, and in an effort to stop the crying, max clamped a hand over nathan's mouth and scolded, "stop crying, baby!"  i have no plans of ever letting him babysit.