Our boys are no strangers to the idea that we are preparing a place in the back country for our pleasure and as a place to go if everything goes to hell in a hand-basket. So it was no surprise when I heard the following conversation going on in the back seat of the car:
Kid One to Kid Two: If we have to escape and live in the wilderness, I'll be the brains AND the bronze. You'll be the bronze.
I'm sure they'll be just fine with that guy in charge. <snort>
Susan