"Treasure these moments, they are fleeting."

I have been told this countless times.  

Right now I have a spaghetti coated Biscuit.  And while I was upstairs explaining to Pookie (who was supposed to be sleeping) not to make Hammy scream and Hammy how he could die if the mattress came down on him, the twins attempted to crack every cup at the table.

I hope they are fleeting.  I really hope so.