He's A Keeper

Supper tonight was, predictably, chaotic. (Predicting chaos on any given night would rarely go amiss.) At one point Joey pulled over a water glass, dumping it on both the table and Julie's lap. I jumped up to get a towel, and as I brought it back, Sam came trotting back to the table as well.

"Here, mama," he said. "It's for Joey's hands."

And he handed her the kleenex he'd run and gotten.