It’s a lazy Saturday at the House of Davidson. Emily is making up some French Toast and the kids are playing in the living room. And here I sit, blogging exactly what I see when I see it. – Malachi likes to use his plastic hammer to do things that only a real hammer can do; also what only an adult should do. “Mac — don’t hit the walls, hit these plastic bolts”. – Lexi picks up a plastic bag, which is something that any doctor will tell you should not be played with by children. She loves the sound it makes. “Lexi — here: play with this instead”.- Emily is dipping slices of bread into egg batter. Who first thought of this? Just dip the bread into the eggs? Well — it’s covered in eggs, now. We’d better cook it. How does it taste? Needs syrup? Here. What shall we call it? Eiffel tower bread? French bread? (No… taken). French egg-soaked bread? No. Too long; won’t fit on a marquee. How about… – The crop out back is as high as an elephant’s eye. This would be good if I were growing corn; instead I have a lawn with a high yield of Kentucky bluegrass. Who wants seed?