Ever had an experience where something happens that seems so insignificant that you hardly notice it? And then later you find yourself thinking about it, like it just stays on your mind?
Case in point: Chandler, our grandson. About a week or so ago, we heard him say to his mother at the dinner table, "Mom, I've had 3 rolls, can I have another one?"
Most kids would leave out the part about already having 3 rolls.
They all are, but this post is about him.