Dinners Out in My Future

Things you don't want to hear on a voice mail from your 9 year old son, "Uh mom, sorry but I sort-of cut the hose with a pick-ax." Of course that's much better than last week when he cut a foot long hole in someone else's trampoline. Sigh. When he grows up, he is taking me out to eat once a week. To somewhere really nice.