Hurry up! We need to go talk about zits and stuff.

That was the last thing I heard as Randy, Miles and Taylor headed out the door to the 5th grade maturation program. Needless to say, I can't beleive my babies are old enough to attend this rite of passage.

When they arrived back at home, I asked how things went. The boys showed me their new deodorant and complained about the neighbor that insisted on keeping their screaming baby in the room. This is where I go off on a tangent about idiot neighbors and the fact the they should not be bring babies to such an event. DILL WEED!

Basically, they learned nothing, other than the fact that they hate screaming babies.