I may have mentioned recently that Daniel's favorite pastime is now shooting things. He shoots with water pistols. He shoots with sticks. He shoots with the crust off his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He shoots with the straw from his juice box. Last night, Uncle Howard came for a visit and was teaching Daniel how to shoot spit-wads. (Thanks, Howard!) Once Daniel figured it out, he shot a slobbery, balled up peice of paper through the straw and hit Howard smack in the face. Daniel immediately began a happy dance, declaring, "I killed him! Yeah, I killed him!" Good thing I've read Wild at Heart otherwise I might think there was something seriously wrong with the boy...