Aliens from another planet.

There are moments when I look at my children and think that they must have been kidnapped by aliens because the being before me acts nothing like the children I know I am raising. Tonight for instance we were eating dinner and Zachary got up to refill his water. He came back to the table and after a few minutes this conversation ensued:
Zachary: Oh, by the way mom I just wanted to let you know that I spilled some water on the floor.
Me: AND?
Zachary: Well, I am just letting you know
Me: So are you assuming that I am going to jump up and clean it up?
Zachary: (after pausing for a moment to think) Ummm, no.
Me: So how is the water going to get cleaned off the floor?
Zachary: Ummm, I am going to clean it up after dinner (perking up like he got the right answer).
Me: Ummmm, no! You are going to go clean the water up now before someone goes in the kitchen and slips on it.

Really, what would posess a thirteen year old to spill water on the floor, leave it there and just go back and resume eating his dinner? I guess when you are a growing boy you don't let anything get between you and your food. LOL!

Ice cream for dinner

We have started a new tradition in our house. Once a summer we take the kids to have ice cream for dinner. I did not clue Summer (my trainer) into this little fact as she was measuring and weighing me today. This information was on a "need to know" basis and she does not need to know. LOL! So we went to our favorite ice cream place, Bert and Rocky's Creamery. All the ice cream is made right there and SO GOOD it's unbelievable. Zachary got a waffle cone with Debbi's double devil's food delight and Riley got a waffle cone with peppermint ice cream. Scott kept it simple and got two scoops of blueberry cheesecake in a cup and I opted for a jr. size vanilla with hot fudge and whip cream in a cup. It was delicious, but now Scott and I feel sick. The kids are fine, not a complaint among them. Apparently 38 is too old to be having ice cream for dinner.