A couple weeks ago, my husband, Caleb and I went to Mobridge to run a few errands and also get our car windshield replaced. While we were waiting for the mechanics to be done, we sipped coffee at the grocery store.

Caleb texted. He looked up and asked me how to spell "ornery" and I replied with O-R-N-E-R-Y. He said that wasn't working. Steven misheard and tried spelling it H-O-N-O-R-I-N-G. Caleb corrected him by explaining that he wanted the word that meant naughty or mischievous. Steven spoke to his smartphone and asked it to look up ornery.

The first answer it gave was, "Call Emily Kroontje." No kidding. No wonder we love the Kroontje's!