We are spending the holiday with my wife's cousin, which is always great. Two stories:
1) We arrived Wednesday night. Thursday, the doorbell rang and my younger son yelled, "The guests are here!" When I pointed out that we are guests, he said "No, this is our second home."
2) The four-year-old daughter of the house was telling me about their trip to France this summer. "And I had an ice cream cone, and it had macaroni on top, and more macaroni on the side!" I nodded with a bit of confusion, so her father leaned over and said, "She means 'macaroons'."