Today I learned that I'm da bomb. I found this out courtesy of a phone call from my son while I was at the grocery store:
Son: Mom, are you still at Publix?
Me: Yes, I'm just finishing at the checkout.
Son: NOOOOOOO! You have to go back! We just saw a commercial for Multi Grain Cheerios with peanut butter. You have to go back! Please??
Me: Oh, really? Well, I guess it's a good thing I already bought two boxes.
Son: (Pause) OHHHH YEAAAHHHHH! MOM, YOU'RE DA BOMB!! AWESOME!
Stuff like this is one thing I love about this age. (Aside from the fact that he included the "Multi Grain" to prove that he's being healthy - hee...) At 12 they're on the cusp of their teenage years. They're going skating by themselves, adjusting to having a different teacher for each subject and asking each other about girls. And yet they still get excited about cereal.
It's like last year when my son had two friends sleep over and I set up the fixings for ice cream sundaes. I asked them whether they wanted chocolate, vanilla or strawberry when one asked if they could have all three. "Sure," I said, "why not?" With the way they all screamed, you'd have thought I just bought them a keg.
I know it's not going to last forever, but I'll hang on to that "Awesome" label my kids have given me as long as I can. Maybe they'll want peanut butter cereal after prom? A mom can only hope.
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