Noah had a rough night. He had to wake up in the morning because his sheets and comforter had fallen off (which, while annoying, is not a new experience for him).

I was in the shower and he came in to tell me what a bad night he had because he had to wake up in the middle of the night to put his covers back on because he was freezing.

He ended the conversation with, "My sheets are alive."

I suppose that it is the only logical explanation for sheets mysteriously inching their way off one's body in the middle of the night.

Last night while serving dinner, I was holding the salad bowl in my hands. Noah eyed the salad suspiciously and asked me why there were pink cucumbers in the salad.

I had to explain to him that they were radishes, not cucumbers. He even tried it - didn't like it so well, but nonetheless, it was funny.

Jacob and Gabrielle had to hold their giggles in. Jacob whispered to me that we needed to post this on the blog - not 'Dad's cancer blog, but the other one.' I was happy to oblige.