Prepare to meet your baker

The other day, as we were driving in the car, Abe was eating his pretzels-wheat and honey-when he stopped, looked at his snack and said, "Heavenly Father put a lot of salt on my pretzels." I guess we have to be more explicit when we tell our children that Heavenly Father gave us everything that we have.
Abe really has a prematurely geeky sense of humor. A few weeks ago, when he surveyed his toy race car he asked me, "Papa, is this a toy?" "Yes, " I told him. "Is it a TOY-OTA?" he asked with a big grin on his face. And yesterday he was wearing his mother's watch at the dinner table and, checking the time on his wrist he told us, "It's seven o'clock. Actually, it's seven o'watch."
As impressive as we think Abe's growth is, Hank is literally phenomenal. I'm convinced that Hank has overcome the law of conservation of matter. Theoretically, whatever comes out of an infant cannot be more than what goes into him. Yet Hank poops, pees and spits up way more than he eats and yet continues to grow. I think I'll write a paper and send it into Science Magazine.
Here's a picture of Hank playing peek-a-boo with Abe who is eating his dinner.
And here's a picture of the two of them together lying down on Hank's soft blanket.