My kids crack me up. I was out yesterday came home around 1 PM. Asked my kids if they had lunch, in these sort of desperate voices, "no mom." So I go upstairs my husband's watching football. I told him I was really tired, he told me to take a nap. I said, "well I need to make lunch." He gives me this huge eyeroll, "I fed them lunch, spagettio's and hot pretzels, that's what they wanted. I over heard them, the ate, why are they trying to get me in trouble." I of course said, "They weren't." In trouble, what am I the Catholic school Nun who will hit his knuckles with a ruler?