Here's a recent story and (unrelated) photo for each boy:
John and I had versions of this conversation with Daniel separately tonight and each wanted to be the one to tell the other how cute it was.
D: It's dark
J/M: Yes, it is dark, Daniel.
D: Sun go ni-night?
J/M: Yes, the sun is going ni-night now.
D: Sun have paci?
P.S. Daniel loves to wear other people's shoes. These boats belong to Uncle Joe.
Last night after a long day of travel and fun with cousins plus only a 20 minute car nap for Daniel (he was exhausted but somehow did not sleep for the two-hour return trip to Iowa City) even our paltry dinner of peanut butter sandwich for D and grilled cheese for E turned into a zoo. I finally declared Daniel to be done (he was just mashing it around his plate) and took him up to bed.
John stayed with Edward and tried to get him to calm down to finish eating. At one point, in desperation, John said, "Edward, why don't you just NOT TALK for a few minutes." Edward, stricken, replied, "But I LOVE to talk!" Indeed.
Side note that tonight's dinner ended with Edward's plate being dumped in the garbage after he was sent away three times with instructions to return only if he calmed down and decided he was hungry. However, he was as good as he's ever been during Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's. Perhaps it had something to do with being told six hours in advance that if he misbehaved he would not receive his much anticipated pumpkin pie.
If I thought it would work, I would serve pumpkin pie every night.