These pretzels...

ARE MAKING ME THIRSTY!!!

Last night, I let the kids both sneak out of their room when they were supposed to be going to sleep and climb into bed with me. I let them stay up late and watch Seinfeld episodes with me and we shared some late night nachos from Taco Bell. (Yes, we actually indulged in a Fourth Meal.) It was not an ordinary evening, and it felt sort of rebellious... even though I am the one in charge.

I let them fall asleep with me, and did not make them re-brush their teeth after eating the nachos (GASP!). I let them watch a grownup show, and you know how we normally roll... no cable TV, PBS shows only (unless we are at someone else's house, and then Nick or Disney are usually fine). I let them eat in my bed.

It was a lot of fun. I think we made a memory, as we often do in life when schedules/routines/rules are relaxed for a bit. And the best part?

Today I get to hear the kids walking around, throwing out their own dramatic variations on the phrase, "These pretzels are making me thirsty!" (Season 3, The Alternate Side)