My kids ate Pad Thai at 9:20 am.
Asher wore his super hero cape and mask to the Please Touch Museum.
Asher got into his birthday presents when no one was looking and opened his paint-your-own tractor and painted it (and himself) on his own.
Benjamin had a meltdown before dinner over not wanting to eat what I cooked. Then he calmed himself down, came downstairs, and ate two helpings of everything.
Charlotte took a snack and went to eat it on the couch. When Eric told her to get off the couch, she looked at him, shook her head, and said, "unh-uh."
Hurray for us that we are raising independent-minded children?