When Isaak came down the stairs for breakfast this morning, I noticed that his hair was wet. I asked his sisters how it got wet, and before they could answer, Isaak patted the top of his head and announced, "Ing!" (A new word, and I had no idea what it meant.)
"Well," his sisters told me, "we were reading our Picture Bibles,
and then we decided to anoint Isaak king!"