Last night, I paid Jack 75 cents to let Van play with his balloon sword and belt. I was desperate for the crying to stop, so I pulled out the big bucks and bribed Jack to share. And then Van popped them.
A few days ago, Jack was in negotiations for us to sell Van. He was serious as a heart attack- he wanted us to post his brother in Craigslist. But then I said, "I won't. I grew him in my tummy and I would never get rid of him. And I won't get rid of you either. So you are stuck with Van."
Violet has learned to say "num num" when she is hungry. "Numa numa num num numa num", over and over again. It's quite convenient. No guessing game of when she is hungry.