The Scene: Sunday, lunch with my parents and my brother David, post-church.
We're all sitting and eating, and Mihret is having a great time, because she loooves her uncle David. They sit and make faces at each other.
The little almost two-year-old is sitting there, being two. Which means she was being somewhat hyperactive. She's eating her food for a second, then trying to play with my brother, then saying "Grandpa!" and waving at my dad.
My Mom: "Can you say ADHD?"
The entire table loses it. Except for Kara, who rolls her eyes in shame at our inability to control ourselves.