Grace had her baby-chino in hand this morning and was walking to her table when she stumbled and the cup fell over in the saucer, and she says, “Ahhhh! That is the end of the world!” Fortunately it wasn’t, and she didn’t even mess because the foam was so stiff.

At lunch Donné says to me, “I see you brother linked to that Dove ad,” and Grace says, “Can my brother lick the dove?”