Sometimes I forget that some of my friends don't have boys. Sometimes it smacks me in the face so suddenly that I almost fall over.

(There was the time a friend of mine said that we should save money on the house by not putting a tub in the boys' bathroom because "boys don't like bubble baths, just showers". Just so you know, its impossible to sink a Lego submarine in a shower. ) (Note to readers: My husband does draw the line at letting the boys have scented-bubblebaths and candles. I compensate with epsom-salts and glow-sticks, both very macho. I have skills.)

On the last day in Missouri, friends came over to see us off and help load the last little bit of stuff. They brought lots of donuts and even MILK because she is wildly-fabulous and outrageously-thoughtful.

They only have girls, and brought two of them. I have two girls. The total was four girls and two boys. Two boys who are definitely "all boy" as they race bicyles and catch ... wildlife ... and slam through the house like two twisters.

My friend confided later that she had sent her husband to the store at the crack-of-dawn to fetch the donuts with VERY specific instructions. He was simply NOT to come home without sprinkles on four of the donuts. (And he deserves an extra-sparklely-gold-star for convincing the donut-person to go in the back and dip four donuts in sprinkles since they were sold-out!) Get it? Four girls, four sprinkled donuts?

She confided this with a laugh after she set out the donuts, which were immediately swarmed by the two boys who happened to be in the kitchen. Sure enough, Lee pounced on a donut with sprinkles ... "Oooooo! Sprinkles!" Not that I would know where he gets it :)