We're eating dinner tonight, and having a lovely time. Lynn is in the first day of a cold, but she's feeling generally ok. The boys are well after what seems like weeks of colds and coughs. Rex is cackling about things.Then he starts to whisper. I'm sitting next to him, but I can't hear what he's saying. So I lean in and say, "Rex, what are you saying?" And, in a stage whisper he says, "Treat coming." I laughed so hard I had to stand up, then crouch, holding on to an armchair. Treat coming! And it was. Some cake left from Ben's 4 1/2 birthday on Wednesday. Treat coming.