Isaiah is spending the night at my parent’s home which means that for the last eight hours I have not once gasped in sheer terror at a daredevil stunt nor have I had to remind anyone that standing on your head while eating dinner is inappropriate behavior.

In fact, I sent mom an email asking if Isaiah was being good and this was her reply:

He is all dimples and manners and kind to boot!!!

This leads me to believe that he is only having an allergic reaction to growing up with his siblings. Or Grandma is bribing him with those fabulous oatmeal scotchies.