Because now and then, when I wave my white flag over the battle of boredom for toddlers at the table, they collaboratively pull together their chairs, devour an entire pot of broccoflower, and independently bow their heads to give thanks, the wild one using her innate (and often worrisome) leadership skills to convince the others that this is all still a winning rebellion. I am grateful for the reminder that losing the battle can mean winning the war and for seeing where my littles and I agree on what is worth fighting for. I am also grateful Wesley did not grab that knife while I was taking this shot.