Tonight I decided that I didn't really feel like making dinner and my kids had canned spaghetti and meatballs (I know, I'm a terrible mom). I wasn't sure if I wanted to eat anything, but decided to have a PB&J and a half glass of my new favorite wine, Victorian Red. Yeah, strange combo, I thought so too. Check out our dinner conversation:
Me: "Peanut butter, jelly, and wine. How about that?"
Noah(he's the one who's always a little late figuring out what's going on): "Who's having peanut butter and jelly and wine?"
Austin: "Our Mom"
Me: "Yeah, I'm weird."
Noah: "Your different and that's good."
That's what I think too. I like being different, and hope I'm teaching my kids that it's OK for them to be different. Same is boring.