Every night Gabriel says, "Thank you Mom for supper."

Last night I made beef stew and bread (cheating with the breadmaker, of course) and Gabriel insisted that he wasn't going to eat.  Dan bribed him with the promise of popcorn for bedtime snack, so he took a bite and then announced, "Thank you for making yucky stuff for Dabers, Mom!"

You can run but you can't hide, little boy!