All of the children woke up sweetly, made their beds without complaining, put away their laundry without pinching their fingers in the dresser drawers or fighting over whose shirt is whose, and when all of their chores were done, they sat on the floor and played quietly until it was time for breakfast. When I called them to the table, they walked nicely without stomping, carefully pulled out their chairs and sat down politely. Drew offered to let AJ pray first, and of course AJ insisted that Megan pray first. They all closed their eyes, folded their hands, and bowed in reverence to the Provider of their raisin bran. They then carefully ate, without spilling a drop of milk on the table. They had sweet conversation, and never once talked with their mouths full. When I made a phone call, they all quieted down and didn't interrupt me once. And then, I hung up.

AJ: Mommy! There was a bug, but don't worry. I killed it.
Me: What kind of bug?
AJ: Oh, just a little kind of beetle. But don't worry. I killed it.
Me: Where was it?
AJ: On Drew's spoon. (Which happened to be in Drew's mouth at that very moment.)
Me: (Jumps up and runs to the table) Where is it now? What did you use to kill it?
AJ: I killed it with my spoon. (Which happened to be in his mouth at that very moment.)
Me: EW!! Where is the bug now?
AJ: um...
Drew: ON MY CUP!
Me: Your CUP? Where on your cup?
Drew: On the straw.

Sure enough. The little tiny barely there bug that started off on Drew's spoon and was then smushed by AJ's spoon was clinging for dear life on the end of Drew's straw. You know. The part that goes in his mouth. Yeah.

And then they cried when I took their spoons and the cup away. I guess they can't be perfect all the time.