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?