So Adam sometimes has a flair for the dramatic.
He called the kids to the family room in drill sergeant fashion. Mark got there first and stood at attention, saluting. Emma quickly joined him.
Our children sometimes have a flair for the dramatic too.
"What day is it?" Adam barked in a booming voice.
"Friday, sir!" Emma and Mark replied in perfect unplanned unison.
Then they all started laughing and Emma and Mark gave each other a high five because how often does perfect unplanned unison happen?
When everybody recovered, we hit the road for Pizza Pie Cafe.
Meanwhile, the Justesens texted me pictures of Braeden. He wanted pizza too (because in addition to being dramatic, we're all a weirdly sentimental bunch as well). There isn't a good pizza place in their area so they took the elders to a Chinese buffet but the Justesens said Braeden got a piece of pizza too.
|seeing pictures of Braeden eating are always reassuring to me...I think it's a weird mom thing|
We're in charge of the celebrations in our life. I say we might as well live it up.