The Roo-girl is taking a flying leap this weekend -- cheer camp, you know.
And with her birthday coming up on Friday, we decided to celebrate her special day with one of those amazing all-skate family dinners this past Sunday instead.
Ah, yes. You DO know what's coming, don't you?
Surprise! You DON'T.
Because my children? Were amazingly well-behaved.
Oh sure, Roo-girl informed everyone that she can no longer eat corn.
And of course, there were many recountings of how the Roo-girl was going to turn into a boy on her next birthday (something her brothers have tormented her with since she was 7).
Naturally, there was a moment when the subject of Angelina Jolie came up and the Drama King reminded us: "Still gay."
And let's not forget ... uh ... the thing that I forgot. Which I would blame on my advanced CRS disease (Can't Remember Shit), except that I asked both Z-man and Roo about one specific incident and, although they don't have advanced age to blame it on, THEY CAN'T REMEMBER EITHER.
And, well, you know it wouldn't be dinner with my kids if there hadn't been poking. And insults. And teasing. And torture. And, frankly, the spraying of liquids out of noses.
Wait. Did I say they were well-behaved? Hmph. I guess everything is relative.