Mom and I went up north this weekend for a memorial service. We took the boys along with the plan that we would drop them off at at Aunt Debbie’s house for a fun day of adventure. As we drove up in the evening Mom kept trying to call and confirm the delivery but Aunt Debbie was not answering. Mom’s theory was that they were out painting the town red. I commented that that was cool – we’d wake them up, bleary eyed and hung over, in order to receive two energized boys. I was instructed, however, not to tell the boys that what their Aunt Debbie missed most since her own children grew up was the sounds of children about the house. Mom apparently thinks that that would be gilding the lilly.