Tonight, while Pam is out and I am reading in bed to Berit and Rowan, someone tooted. Berit and I both denied having done it and turned to Rowan, who gives a big grin and states, "It must have been Mommy!"

The two of them just laughed and laughed and laughed about this until there was no tomorrow, and I just looked back and forth between the two conspirators marvelling at the weird and wonderous ways in which their relationship with each other grows and changes when I'm not paying attention.