Tidbits

After repeated motherly nagging, Mr. M told me tonight that it really makes him angry when I tell him what to do over and over again.  This from the child that doesn't do anything on his own.  "Did you brush your teeth today?"  "Start your breakfast, Mr. M."  "Focus on your homework (repeat 50 times a day)."  Instead of pressing my case as his personal secretary, I kindly withdrew my services and told him from now on I will remind him once of a task and then it's up to him to complete it.  I've wanted to do this for months, and I've tried on a few occasions, but after spectacular failures (remember when he went to the airport in his PJs?), I always reverted back to my old ways.  I wonder if he'll be hungry and naked when I drop him off at school tomorrow.

Miss A informed us over tomato soup and grilled cheese that when she's 12 and blows out her candles on her cake and there's 5 left, that means that she will have 5 boyfriends.  I told her if that's her plan, then dad and I will be on the lookout to make sure that all candles on the cake are extinguished.  And DH offered to bring a fire extinguisher to all future birthdays until she moves out of the house just to be sure.  Oh mercy, she will be the death of us.

I love my father in law (Hi Dennis, if you're reading!).  He is practicality embodied.  Today in the mail we got a special little package.  It was a little white box addressed to DH.  The white box was a recycled Preparation H container.  Here's to aging gracefully and not being ashamed of it!