Proof that my son is a real city kid:
Upon being awakened in Pennsylvania by birds at 4:45am on Saturday, Harry climbed onto the couch to look out the window and said "Look, mama! We're in the zoo!"
One of my all time favorite shows signs off tonight for good. So long Gilmore Girls. I'll be ok. No, really. It's alright. I should be doing more reading instead of watching anyway. And if I'm not watching you every Tuesday night, I won't waste .5 (billable!) hours each week standing around the damned watercooler talking about your plot points, clothes and pop references. So good riddence. I mean it. Get outta here already. And take your catchy theme song with you!
Oh, who am I kidding? I'm devastated.
I let him off the hook by casually looking in the fridge and saying "You know what I could go for tomorrow for breakfast? A nice cup of coffee and some yogurt with fruit. Sophie, you could even make that all by yourself!"
Finally the day arrived and she was so over the top excited that she left the goodies for me on the stairs so I wouldn't miss them.
I got a beautiful bracelet that Sophie made in school, a poem with her handprints and a plate. The plate is actually very cool. It comes with a special marker which you write on the plate with, let it dry for 24-48 hours then bake it in the oven and voila! You have a food/microwave/dishwasher-safe plate.
On the plate, Sophie wrote: "We love being your children."
And I love being their mom.