Our friend Grace came over for dinner tonight. Her mom was at the hospital with her gramma so she came to visit us for a while. She was so sweet. She didn't get mad even when Andrew treated her like she was another 2 year old boy and splashed her while he was taking a bath. I made homemade mac-n-cheese for dinner. I tried a little something different with the recipe and it didn't turn out so well. Half way through dinner, I commented that it wasn't very good and Grace said, "I know but I'm eating it anyway." Isn't she the sweetest little thing?