When Will was little I always called him "My Treasure."  That works out great, until you get another kid and then it's just downright unfair to call one "My Treasure" when the other one doesn't have a name.  Fortunately, from the day she arrived Gigi has been "My Joy".  She truly is.  She drives me insane - so insane that I often just fall down laughing, which may be because she is "My Joy" or it could just be that I'm "Her Crazy".  But that's not really what this post is about.

We were driving home Saturday from the grocery store.  Gigi, "My Joy", is newly potty trained.  We had ventured out sans diaper, sans change of clothes to the store.  She said when we entered the store and when we left the store that she did not (NOT) need to go to the potty.

I leaned back in the carseat and closed my eyes.  They are "My Treasure" and "My Joy", but it was Valentine's Day at the grocery store with two kids who wanted things.  My head hurt.  Chris was driving.

"Uh-oh.  Is your joy leaking?"  Chris said.

I popped up and was in the backseat before Chris knew it.  I just knew Gigi was having an accident.

"She's dry!"  I was slightly miffed because I was almost asleep in the car. 

"What?"

"You said 'Uh-oh.  Is your joy leaking?'"  I said as I climbed back into the front seat.  Chris started laughing, pulled a u-turn (illegally) and pointed.  There was a church with a sign that read "Is your joy leaking?  Share your joy in Jesus."

Nice.