Our youngest daughter and her family recently moved back to God's country (or I guess I should say COUNTY).  In fact, they live right down the street from us.

They have two children, one toddler girl who refuses to talk, and one five year old girl who can't stop.  The five year old resides in that funny realm somewhere between fantasy, reality and insanity.  We notice there is alot more glitter on the couch since their arrival from Japan, and other than BOB's gasp of dismay upon seeing, PINK babies in the toy chest that had been previously the home of nothing but steel gray transformers and toy guns, we've all adapted well to their return.

Miss Mess 3 and I were discussing ALS and the effect on her Pappy.  She was bemoaning the fact he couldn't lift his arms any longer and she said, "It's like his battery died."  This was about the most succinct description of ALS I'd ever heard.   And then she proceeded to tell me how she is going to marry Sonic the Hedgehog and have his babies.