We have a friend named Anna. She is 17, and all of our kids adore her. She hangs out at our house with us sometimes. Last Sunday at church she was sitting behind us again, and the previous week Jake and Noah had been pestering each other the whole time. Anna said, "Do I have to come up there and sit between you this week?" Noah replied, "SURE!"
Anna was at our house the other night making cookies with me. The kids were fighting over which spot they got at the table, because they all wanted to sit by Anna. I said, "Everybody just needs to be nice. Let's all be like Anna."
Noah replied, "You mean, like, be foxy?"
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