As my son was working math problems in the other room, just beyond my watchful gaze, I heard him mutter:

"Oh, Great!  I guess I'm going to have to think. 

This isn't working out like I had hoped."

In our read-aloud time, we’ve been reading the historical fiction “Jimmy Spoon” series (actually there are only two books).   The boys are really enjoying these, as they are about a Mormon boy in the 1860’s who winds up living with Shoshoni Indians and being adopted into their tribe.   

In today’s reading, the subject of a trousseau was brought up.  The boys, of course, were curious and this started us down a rabbit trail all about weddings and honeymoons.  After bravely explaining to them that “…a honeymoon is a period of time, after a wedding, when a man and wife get to know each other better (ahem)...” they took turns volunteering where they hope to someday take their lucky brides.

My youngest son:  “We’re going to Texas!”  (He is all things ‘cowboy’.)

My oldest son:  “We’re going to go to New York and stay in the nicest hotel and have dinner every night, for two weeks, in the fanciest restaurants.”  (Who knew?)

And, my daughter:  “I’m gonna go to Wally-World!”  (This is our not-so-affectionate nickname for Wal-Mart.)  What have I done?!