The place we’re going this weekend has a breakfast buffet. I reminded Jack of that, and he promptly said he wants to go to the buffet both mornings we’re there, and twice on Sunday. Then he paused, got a bit thoughtful and said: “Gram should come with us… she really likes a buffet…”

All he did was look in the mirror while washing up after dinner…

J decided to run a card game in the back of the train…

Wondering if there's genetics at work here….