The One With The Typical Sunday Morning at the Crochet Cafe of Craziness

Sunday morning, as I groggily wandered out of the bedroom and into the kitchen (where the delicious smell of brewing coffee beckoned me ... ) I found a strange sight. Big Brother and Little Brother were sitting at the table eating Pop Tarts for breakfast (a strange sight by itself, 'cuz when I shop and prepare breakfasts, the kids get their choice of breakfasts: Honey-Nut Cheerios-- with milk? or without milk? ... however T had done the shopping/cooking this weekend, so the kids had a few additional gourmet choices to choose from ... but I digress). Big Brother was eating his Pop Tart wearing his Spiderman pajamas ... and his tennis shoes ... and the hood off of Little Brother's winter coat. (Which I learned later was "motorcycle helmet"). And Little Brother was wearing the bottoms to his Nemo pajamas ... and swimming goggles. I did not ever learn the purpose of the swimming goggles. Nor did I get a photo of the craziness, which I deeply regret. The two of them sitting there in their crazy outfits woke me right up with a great big laugh ...