I just made a terrible discovery. We're out of Bisquick. Nearly every Saturday morning for the past seven years, I've made blueberry pancakes. It may be the most lasting tradition in our household (aside from asking boys to please pee in the toilet).
Now we're facing a crisis. I just announced the problem to the boys, and Josh was first to react.
"Daddy, we'll have to get up early. Let's get up at 6 and get in the car ... We're going to Target!"
I offered to buy Bisquick during the day tomorrow and have pancakes on Sunday, but they're not going for it.
"Okay, guys, so we'll have pancakes on Sunday," I said.
"No," said Matthew.
"What do you mean 'no'?" I asked.
"N. O. N-O means no," he said.
Jinkies. So now I have to drive to Target in the morning? This parenting stuff is tough. It would be so much easier if I could say N-O to them.