Quote of the day

Over the weekend, we were having a family discussion. Brave Number Two, you will recall, is the master of debate, and as is his wont, he was holding firm to his position. His little brother, who was just sitting there listening in, apparently decided that he wasn't making much sense because he finally said:

"Jamison. How many fingers am I holding up??"

Sometimes it's the quiet ones that land the zingers. I love it when that happens.