My phone call with Claudia just ended with her telling me, "Sorry, I have to go get these guys (Enzo and Winter) to bed" and before she hung up, getting to hear, "Honey, we poop in the potty (not on the floor, like Miss Winter was apparently doing)".

DELIGHTFUL.

New-found appreciation of all you parents out there who survive(d) loveliness like that.  I just actually thanked my parents for putting up with me.

Can't wait to see them this weekend

(this phone call started because she came into the store today, apparently, and my dad was able to tell me her toe-nail color and that she had a toe-ring, but ... apparently, Claudia's brown hair is ACTUALLY black.  Oh daddy...)