I don't know if I've started a bad habit or not, but tonight it became necessary for me to deviate from the dinnertime norm a bit. Gardner has been high-strung this week. I mean, abnormally so. Running nonstop, running back and forth, touching everything, saying "hi" to everything (and everyone, and every cat), and just pretty much expending all of his energy (or hibee-jibees, as Mom called it growing up) as best he can. I can barely keep up. Tonight, he was doing just fine at the dinnertable. Ken walked in. Gardner got so excited....he really missed him since he's been away for a day and a half, only seeing him for a brief 10 minutes before Ken left for work this morning. He figited, he twisted, he turned. He shoved his half-full plate towards me and said, "Diii, diii!" ("All done.") I gave in. I unbound the little sprite and let him run full-fledgingly to his daddy. Ken and I proceeded to start our dinners; Gardner took up the runni...