Yesterday afternoon, one of our visitors announced her intention of getting all the makings for s'mores and Cubby said, "What's a s'mores?"
WHAT? My child doesn't know what s'mores are? What kind of mother am I that he's more than five years old and has never had a s'more?
Needless to say, we are remedying this grievous oversight tonight. And I will be eating one myself, of course.
This morning, I took Cubby to soccer practice. It was still pretty early, but HOLY GOD was it HOT out there. The sun was blazing away and it was incredibly humid thanks to the earlier thunderstorm. All the kids were running around dripping sweat and . . . I forgot to bring the water bottle.
Yes. Mother of the Year.
I made up for it--I hope--by making Cubby a really big glass of peach lemonade when we got home.
Plus, he's having s'mores tonight, which is way better than water.