Last night Mr. A had a baseball game that went until 6:30 or 6:45, DH had Scouts that he ran right off to, and so the kids and I went home and I decided we were having cereal for dinner.
"Cereal for DINNER?!" "We can't do that, Mom!" Oh, yes, we can. Or, oatmeal (as Baby S and Miss M decided to have - or, as Miss S likes to call it - "ewt-meaw" - very cute).
And, then, an hour or so later, here was Mr. A's bedtime prayer:
"I'm thankful that we could have cereal for dinner."
See, I'm not such a bad mom after all.
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