Sometimes I'll catch Everett singing something I've never heard before – obviously a song they sing at school.

Lately he's always singing "autumn leaves are falling down..." to the tune of London Bridge. We sing it at the top of our lungs in the mornings, walking down the street to the subway.

The little pumpkin is a big hit at our house. Not only is "pumpkin" one of Alice's words, but Everett insists on taking the little pumpkin into the bath with him every night. Sometimes he leaves it in the tub, but sometimes he brings it into bed with him, too. And when Everett isn't cleaning it or sleeping with it, Alice wants to get her hands on it.

Girls and their horses!