Me: Ainsley, your shoes are on the wrong feet.
Ainsley, crossing her legs: Now they're not.
Kolbe: Don't apply pressure to the wound; just fan it.
Me: Yes, Ainsley, I'll rock you,
John: Don't fall for it, Ainsley. She's just putting you to sleep!
Ainsley, singing at the top of her lungs: I love dinosaurs, but they're extinct!
Ainsley: I'm not yelling. I'm singing.
Continue to pray for Jen and head over to her place to add your Quick Takes.