New Life

So, next week I move to El Paso. Sort of on a part time, half and half basis. I'm so going to miss EVERYTHING. Especially my lovely man. No jobs there for him and we can't afford to sell our house right now, so... we're going to try the commuter marriage life=(

But, at least my baby is going with me. Oh, he's not happy about it. Doesn't want to leave all his friends, school, and life. I couldn't bear to be apart from him. And who will torment him if I'm not around? That's the most important thing that moms do--at least according to my boys. Still, I have to be there to push and prod and suggest ice cream for dinner.

One time we took those boys for an ice cream dinner. We went to our best ice cream parlor--Swensen's--and we each ordered our favorite sweet, chocolatey, caramel-y ice cream desserts. It was perfectly silent while we ate. My honey and I congratulated ourselves on being the coolest parents ever.

And then...

Derik, or maybe Drew, said...So what's for dinner?

But wait, we said. That was dinner, we said. Wasn't that fun?, we said.

No, said our boys. We want real food, said those silly boys.

Now I ask you, why would anyone want real food for dinner when they could have ice cream??