Just Letting You Know

The past couple of nights at dinner you have looked up at daddy and I from your supper and told us, quite matter of factly, "I fussin." You had been eating contentedly (or so I thought). I'll say, "are you fussing, Haven?" And, you'll say, "yeah," very nonchalant. I'll ask you what that sounds like and you will proceed to fuss. And, then it's over. You got it all out and you move on.