No school today. Adam called to see what we were doing, which was a big fat NOTHING, so we joined him/Ruby/Luke for lunch, park, then playing at our house. My hooligans got raised eyebrows from an older woman at Panera who finally *had* to say something. The scathing remark she chose: "ma'am, your son's shoes are on the wrong feet." She seemed appalled to hear that I already knew and didn't care. I am NOT fighting with Reese over which feet his Crocs are on. They're CROCS. And he put them on himself, which is an enormous victory.
Luke and Xander weren't thrilled to be out and about but liked chilling out in the Gymini together. Luke was born the day before Xander, with the same midwife. I actually met Adam and Sarah in her living room. :)