The other day we were in the car. For some reason, Madeline and Henry started talking about what they would name their kids when they grow up. Henry, who usually says he's going to have two boys, Bruce and Wayne, said he would name his son Chuck, after Grandpa Chuck. To which Grace replied, "Oh, Mom, isn't that nice. Henry's going to name his son Grandpa Chuck!"
Yesterday, out of the blue, Grace says, "I don't think I'm going to kill my husband. Actually, I think he'll kill me." Too much Monk.
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