Some days I'm convinced that I'm doing more damage to my children than good, but moments like we had today made me feel like I must be doing something right. This morning at Hank's doctor's appointment the doctor greeted Hank by shaking his hand and Hank said, "hey, just like dada's home teachers!" The doctor looked at me, perplexed by Hank's comment, and I had to explain who our hometeachers are. Later, Hank found a small ramp in the facility, ran to the top, and then proudly said, "welcome to family home evening!" (In our house, Aaron begins family home evening each week by greeting us from the landing on our stairs while we watch from below in the living room) and I again had to explain what on earth he was talking about. Hank is literally a human sponge and I'm just glad that he seems to have absorbed some of the important things that we have been trying to teach him.