The other day Four was getting a hair cut at the local Hair Cuttery or Holiday or whatever it was, and the not unattractive young woman who was cutting his hair was talking to him and asking all kinds of questions to keep his mind off the electric hair trimmer tickling the back of his neck with what he must think is all the subtlety of a chainsaw. She asked a question about his sister. He replied, "Her name is [LuLu], she's sweet." I almost died of pride.
Speaking of compliments, a few days earlier our neighborhood playgroup had gone to an indoor playground/climbing/gaming facility to escape the oppressive heat and humidity. After playing, three of the parents decided to go out for lunch. Between the three of us, we had nine kids in tow. One mom has three and watches a fourth, the other mom has two, and I had my two plus another girl from the hood. We pushed two tables together to create one big kids table. While we felt, especially early on, that all we were doing was running around getting food, getting drinks, cleaning up little spills, getting napkins, etc., the kids were all REALLY well behaved. As we were getting ready to leave, a woman from another table came over to tell us essentially the same thing. It was very reassuring. Then, of course, her curiosity couldn't keep her from asking about our 'situation'. One of the moms responded that we were Mormon and that they were both with me. We all had a good laugh and my head grew to twice its size.