We Could Make Everything Even if Only Mom Cared Enough

Sarah's been very sick for two weeks, including the worst of her sickness while I was in Utah (for three and a half days) and Travis was alone with the kids. She is finally on the mend, though still whiny and weak, so I decided to take the kids to the Mall of America to exchange a pair shoes we bought for Anna and to just get out of the house. There are no home-packed lunches during these packing days, so we splurged and shared a large milkshake from Cold Stone. I warned Anna and Michael (though we all know I was really talking to Michael), "The lady making our shake is pouring it into four cups. If you complain about the shakes being uneven, you won't get one." "OK. Thanks Mommy!" And then Michael, "Wait, will they be uneven? Because we can make them even."