Some "Garnet-isms"

Garnet is our five year old ball of fire.

Last week his father put five strips of bacon in a frying pan to cook and then walked away to do something for a few minutes. When he returned there were only three strips of bacon in the pan.

Marc: Where did the bacon go? I put five strips in and now there are only three!

Garnet: Dad! Didn't you know that bacon shrinks when you cook it??!?

Later in the week my son Ben was explaining to me that he only tells the people who count that he loves them. Garnet, who overheard this conversation, said, "I can count. Are you going to tell me you love me?"