We were snuggling in the big bed this morning when Gwen picked up a grown-up hand and asked, "Mama, is this your hand? Or is it Daddy's hand?"
Chris said, "Turn it over and look at it. Is it smooth like Mama's, or furry like Dada's?"
Gwen turned it over and then sat up so she could trace the hand back to a body. Then proclaimed, "It's yours, Daddy. It's plugged into you!"