I dropped the boys at my parents so I can leave at 5am to make it to my Cowtown Half Marathon in Sacramento on time. I'm about to leave tonight so I do the Mommy thing and I give them kisses and tell them to be good for their Grandparents. My mom reminds them to tell me "Good Luck" on my race tomorrow.
Blondy, the younger one, yells from the floor where he is consumed with the TV already,
"Good luck Mommy!"
My older son, well he is his fathers son.
He said, "Good luck Mom, Break a Leg!"
then he falls over laughing.
Ha Ha Ha.