Anyway, I walked in the house at 2:00 AM super hyper and super jazzed and totally ready to talk to anyone and everyone about it. I was greeted by two super happy dogs that weren't the least bit interested in anything I had to say but happily accepted all the love I could dole out. I walked through the kitchen to my room. The light was off...Dave was asleep. I looked down the hall, the light was off...big guy was asleep. I passed by the middle bedroom and saw light from under the door. I cracked it open and saw two very, VERY awake fourteen year old boys. And they were VERY interested in everything I had to say. Hooray! And then I got tired. Yup, last bit of energy spent on storytelling. I dragged myself to the shower, got dressed for bed, and...
Little guy: "Hey, mom! Will you make us something to eat?"
Sorry, kid. You earned a TON of points when you listened to my tale of adventure, but there's no way I'm gonna get busy in the kitchen and whoop up something for ya at 2:30 AM.
P.S. I woke up the next morning and did get seriously busy in the kitchen making breakfast for two incredibly adorable sleep-deprived teenagers.
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