Yesterday at lunch, Nathan referred to Baxter as his little boy. Baxter looked very offended, and said "I not little! I BIG! Baby Eleanor's little! I'm Big!"
In the van today, Nathan was reviewing Georgia's catechism questions (she got them right). Then he asked Baxter the first question, which is "Who made you?" The answer is, of course, God. When asked who made him, Baxter promptly responded "Georgia!"
It is a gorgeous day outside, and the kids are running out squealing and laughing. Georgia fell down and wanted me to pick her up. I told her no, that she was okay, and her response was "I'm not okay. I'm died!"