We've been saying it for a long time, and we still believe it to be true: It's Conrad's sense of humor that saves him. Just when you're at your wits end with him, he pulls something funny out of his hat to diffuse the tension.
Recently heard from him:
When at a fast food drive-thru window he yells, "I'll take a coffee."
Instead of calling Pat "Dad" this week, he'd occasionally call him "Uncle Pat" then crack up laughing.
When we brought the kitten home last Sunday night, we were debating what to name it. Ella asked Conrad if he had any suggestions. He suggested naming her "Chicken" -- then proceeded to chase the kitten around the house the rest of the evening yelling "bawk, bawk, bawk" at her.
