Okay, so when I was saying goodbye to Jake as he got in his carpool (the only boy among a bevy of lovely grade-school ladies) for camp this morning, I may have stuck my head in the car and blown him a big kiss.
And, when he said he didn't want the bagel I was trying to press into his hand, I may have said, dramatically, "But, Sweetie, you'll starve to death!"
Considering this is the summer of push-ups, trying to "get a tan," and artfully arranging his hair, I'm sensing the times they are a-changing.
The kids are due home in 10 minutes. Can't wait to see if I'm in trouble.