Last week I did a rare thing -- I went out to dinner with some girl friends. No kids in tow. No husband beside me. Just me and some other XX kin-folk.
When I broke the news to Lucas, I expected the usual protests with a few tears for good measure. But when I pointed out to Lucas he could enjoy the all-boys' night with his brother and father, Lucas cheered, "Yeah, just the boys. Now we don't have to say 'excuse me' when we toot and burp."
Oh, the things fathers pass on to their sons.