There's a longer post coming later, about heat and bugs, but for now I give you this:
Me: See, the big yellow bushes are forsythia.
Patrick: Like Sissy! [what he calls Lilly] It's for-sissy-a!
He grinned at me, so proud of himself. I love this age sometimes.
(Also, speaking of her, Lilly was in a much better mood today. Not one tantrum; just accidentally shoving a stick down her throat and coughing a ton.)