Day Fourteen

So my youngest son taught my oldest son how to make sushi tonight. From the living room I'm listening to discussions about which side of the nori faces up and the bamboo rolling mat and how thick the avocado slices should be. There was much joviality about the acceptable amount of wasabi and some comical death threats during the slicing of the rolls which left me nearly in tears. However, as Sawyer is exiting the kitchen with his plate, there was this exchange:

Brennan (the 17 year old): "You're going to eat that with your hands??" (furiously waving chopsticks in the air)

Sawyer (19 yrs old): "It's finger food!"

Brennan: "SAVAGE!"

I love being a mum.