After my husband explained the purpose of Lenten fasts to the children, Zachary informed me that he is overly attached to me, loves me more than he should, and is therefore giving me up for Lent. Then he thought he should probably give up breathing as well.
And this morning, I ran an early errand. When I returned, the house was eerily silent. All children were doing schoolwork. The baby delivered a note to me from the oldest informing me that while I was gone everyone decided to give up speaking, except for on Sundays. I would have encouraged this if it weren't for the crazy gestures and elaborate sign language they were using to ask me questions about long division, and language arts exercises.