Our oldest child, Asher, is four. He says lots of funny stuff, and most of it with a 4-year-old lilt to his speech. Now that he’s a big brother to two little girls, he has appointed himself foreman of the household and does a fair share of the crime-stopping around here.

He also likes to come up with things for Mom to do. The other day he told me: “Mom, we’ve got to get these dirty diapers out of here. They smell TAY-ble.”