Oren informed me, in very serious tones, this morning, "Mommy, whooped cream turns into hot whooped cream milk when you melt it." Yes it does, my wise little child, yes it does.
He has really impressed me today. He came and told me as I was doing my hair that William, the evil genius mastermind of messes, had pulled a box of noodles that I had already helped him clean up once this morning, and scattered them around the living room. Ugh. Well, I figured the mess could wait a while while I coaxed my curls into decent submission instead of random frizz. When the blowdryer was done, I could hear the sound of something electronic running in the living room. Oren had gotten out my little floor sweeper, and was cleaning the mess for me! And wouldn't let me help him.
I love that they are getting older!