They Say It's Hereditary

Yesterday, my boys took a big step. They went downtown alone. (Not like urban city downtown. Dinky small town where someone walking down the street after 1 am makes the police blotter downtown.). The 4th of July parade was going to start, and they decided they'd walk over and see it. (told you it was a small town)

Since the parade started at 6, they wouldn't be around for dinner. Dh gave them some money and told them to eat at the hotdog place in town. I was freaking out imagining them ordering everything on the menu and then not having enough to pay for it, but he assured me that he discussed this with them.

They both made it home alive, and together. Believe me, I totally expected the older one to ditch the younger one and come home alone. So, just the fact that they were together and had all their limbs made me feel pretty good.

I asked them what they had for dinner. They said the hotdog place was closed so they went to the cafe. So far so good. Of course, I had to ask the mommy question of what they ate.

Cinnamon Rolls.

I wasn't really THAT upset, but as I am the mother I had to say "cinnamon rolls are not a proper dinner!"

"But we had Pepsi, too, and that's a dinner drink." says the 9 year old.

OF COURSE! How silly of me!

Then... This is what I woke up to this morning. When I come out of my bedroom, straight down the hall at the other end is the 13 year old's room. He apparently picked this tape up out of the street on the way home after the parade ended. Anyway, 6:30am as I walk out of my bedroom: