You know a morning that starts with those words is going to be exciting. And it could only mean one thing--boys, sleepover.
The only other conversation I have had so far today went like this:
Me: "What are you boys hungry for?"
Guest #1: "My doctor says I need to eat more eggs..."
Brother of guest #1: "Yeah, he needs more nutrients in his diet."
Gosh, kids are so savvy these days. When I used to go to sleepovers, my only goal was to get my hands on some Fruit Loops or Cap'n Crunch; those mystical cereals I had heard about but never savored lovingly in my own mouth (whose number one ingredient, according to my mom, was sugar, poison, brain rot, and certain death) .
I'd accept anything not "sweetened" by molasses or with carob doing a poor impersonation of chocolate. Preferably something with a prize inside other than a coupon for Celestial Seasonings tea or a "collectible card" with information about endangered mountain gorillas. A bowl of something whose Red Dye #5 would color my milk and make me feel slightly dangerous.
(This could be me and my sister, except they're wearing shirts...)
Of course, I'm grateful for all those things now, but I still slow down in front of the Cap'n Crunch. I think, just for a second, that I could have all the sugar cereal I wanted now and no one could tell me no. But the Communists should consult with my mom about her re-education techniques, because MAN SHE'S GOOD! I could no more put a bowl of sugar cereal in front of my kids than, say, a live bomb or a plate of lead paint chips.
And while I'm not serving burnt homemade granola with fresh-from-the-hairy-udder goat's milk (which, sorry mom, I did NOT ever get used to), even my own children accusingly call me "hippie" sometimes.
Ahhh, if they only knew....