Ngaire, wielding two toys: “The dolphin and the clownfish are turning over together!”

Me (breaking into song):
“Oh, the dolphin and the clownfish should be friends,
Oh, the dolphin and the clownfish should be friends.
One of them likes to splash and play,
The other lives in an an-em-o-nay,
But that’s no reason why they can’t be friends!”

The Husbandlet: “Except one of them is a piscivore.”

Me (more singing):
“Oh, the dolphin and the clownfish should be friends,
Oh, the dolphin and the clownfish should be friends.
One thinks fish should be friends, not food,
The other thinks fish taste really good,
But that’s no reason why they can’t be friends!”

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Recently, we took the kidlets to our little county fair. Ngaire fell instantaneously in love with the sheep, and spent most of her time patting them through their pens. One kind sheep lady let her into a pen; Ngaire was so excited that she twinkled her feet, causing a mini-stampede.

Liam, on the other hand, had an epiphany whilst observing the cows. You could almost see the lightbulb go on over his head, and then he started patting any available noses while shouting, “Moo! Moo!”

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Last Sunday, the Husbandlet took Ngaire for a walk, and reported the following conversation to me:

Ngaire: “How was your day, Daddy?”
The Husbandlet: “I had a good day. Pastor Bret preached a sermon that helped make my faith stronger.”
Ngaire: “It makes Jesus happy when your faith is stronger.”