Monday Afternoon

Uncle Oldest Son came to play in the afternoon.

Famke missed out on a lot of the fun, as she is a GOOD afternoon napper.

I could NEVER win the Memory game with Oldest Son. NEVER. Not even when he was three.

Something must have changed though, as it seems Jonge won all of their games of Memory.

Both of these guys have fantastic memories.

I used to. On some things. Not tiny little pictures of Disney characters.

Uncle Oldest Son can draw, too.

And, he makes great elephant sounds.

Oh. And he can put a Scrabble letter into his mouth and make it come out Jonge's ear. And Kado's!

Then Famke woke up.

Famke is very good at being 2 1/2 years old.

Maybe Uncle Youngest Son can come over tomorrow. Pretty please? Or, as Famke would say, preplease?