Patience, Martin...

Martin: “I’m a Kratt Brother, Mommy.”

Me: “Oh, are you Martin?”

Martin, with infinite patience: “No Mommy, I’m a Kratt Brother.”

The right priorities

“Everyone in my class always asks me if I like Sam [a boy in her class], and I tell them I don’t. Although, I used to like him because he brought in good cake on his birthday.”

Martin was pretending to read a Pictionary card, and this is what it said: “Dear Mommy, I have a birthday cake for you. Oh—that’s a good idea!”

It's artsy, right?