Abraham often calls Matthew to the table for a meal prematurely. The other day he called him in from the garage when I wasn't even preparing something. When Matthew asked what was going on, Abraham cleared everything up for us:
Dad: Umm, Abraham, I don't think Mom's making lunch.
A: No, I'm making lunch. Mom, where's the cookie machine so I can make daddy lunch?
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Matthew and Hyrum like to watch woodworking videos on youtube together. During one show, the guy ran a board through his table saw, which kicked out a bunch of saw dust. Upon seeing this, Hyrum started shrieking, rubbing his face, and crying my eyes! my eyes! He, like his father, has a rather intense phobia of getting stuff in his eyes.
This picture doesn't really have anything to do with the post, but does demonstrate Hyrum's love for being in small spaces.
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