… we have at the dinner table.

Michael said to E: “Please eat up your dessert … ahhmm I mean salad.”

E in response combined with big giggles: “Daddy said “dessert” to my salad.”

M getting involved: “Why did you say “dessert” to her salad?”

Michael: “No, I called her salad “dessert” and said it to E …(under his breath) I’m not talking to a salad.”

M again: “Why did you call her “Sally”?”

This might be a sure sign for you that we’re slowly loosing it, I guess all this moving around does take it’s toll