A good day. Really good day.
It's the little things.
When I asked my 13 year old what he wanted me to request from Netflix, he said no to my offer for a guy movie we could watch after the girls went to bed. No, he said, I don't want to leave them out. Let's get something we can all watch together.
Joel, who thinks he hates Latin, has been using it more and more. In his vocabulary quiz, I asked him to define the word "evoke". "Evoke? I had that word? I don't know it."
wait for it....
"But in Latin, 'e' means out of and voco means I call, so.......'to call out'?"
It's working! It's working!
On the inside, I nearly wet my pants with the glee this confirmation brought. On the outside, I totally played it cool and just said, "Great job!"
Little thing #whatever: my laundry is caught up.
And then dinner. [contented sigh] I love dinner with my family. Tonight, we lingered and lingered and lingered. Discussions were primarily math related for some reason as Chris explained to the boys how to figure the area of a planet and how to make sure you build a house truly square. That led to the Pythagorean Theorem, which Chris still has on the back of his hand because paper wasn't handy but a pen was, apparently.
Dessert was a plate of fresh peaches dolloped with whipping cream. This led to a lengthy discussion on how to pronounce "wh". How about you? Do you say it /wip/ or /hwip/? It also led to lots of singing which left the line Peaches for me stuck in my head.
And this led to a hwipped cream fight that left everyone white and sticky.
It was a really good day.