Zack loves my hair. Whenever he gives me a hug, he grabs a handful of it - right at the base of my neck. He's also quite the stylist.
Zack often says the prayer at dinner. He does a great job (until the end). The prayers go something like this:
"Heavenly Father, Thank you for [names everyone at the table]. Bless the food. THE END."
That's right, "The End." Despite the coaching it ends with "The End."
The following is a conversation Zack and I had on Thanksgiving:
Me: Zackie, What's today?
Me: What does that mean?