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Jim and I spent most of the day with his nephews. We took them to see Speed Racer and then out for dinner afterwards. Before that, Jim picked me up a Subway sandwich toasted on wheat with all of the veggies plus avocado and nothing else. Anyway, the movie was awfully long and I was a little disappointed. I mean, I didn't have super high hopes from the get go because I had no real interest in the movie. The only reason we went is because it was being hailed as a super family friendly movie and with the cars, we figured the boys would like it. I really think that they pushed the PG rating--lots of violence, explosions, and swearing. I would have been pretty upset if I was their mom. As it was, I was a little uncomfortuable watching it with them. Big A is 10 and so it's not a big deal, but Little A is still only 6, so it just didn't seem appropriate for him. But thankfully he is a space cadet still, so I think most of it went over his head. Even if it was completely PG appropriate, it was still too long for a kid movie. But no matter. They liked it, and that's what counts.

Big A is getting quite an appetite. He ate an entire small or medium popcorn by himself (I ordered a medium, but it may have been a small) and he split a large blue Icee with Little A. Little A had his own kiddie snack pack, which had popcorn, candy, and a small pink lemonade, which lasted him until 10 pm.

After the movie, we walked over to Rubio's for dinner. Big A ordered a cheese quesadilla with only sour cream and a side of rice. Little A got the kid's meal, picking a cheese quesadilla and chips. His meal came with a fun straw that supposedly changed colors, a small churro, and a drink, which I gave to Big A. Jim got a Baja Chicken burrito and a fish taco, and I had a Burrito Especial with the sour cream and guacamole on the side, no meat, and on a wheat tortilla. I was pleasantly surprised by my burrito. It was quite tasty, and the wheat tortilla was good, too. Most of my sour cream went to Big A, who absolutely loves the stuff. Those two are pretty entertaining to be around, and it was a fun time.

Of course we had to make an ice cream run. I know, I know. We spoiled them horribly and let them eat all sorts of junk that they shouldn't be eating. But that's what our jobs are, right? So a little spoiling once in a while is okay. Yeah, payback's a bitch, but I'll cross that bridge when I get there.

So we went to Cold Stone. Big A is so proud of his newfound appetite that he asked if he could order a Gotta Have It! size (large) in a waffle bowl. Jim talked him down to sharing a Love It! with Little A, which was a good thing, since they couldn't finish it up. Big A picked out a Cookie Dough signature creation, while Jim and I split a Love It! of Our Strawberry Blonde. The boys' concoction was with cookie dough, chocolate chips, chocolate sauce, and vanilla ice cream. It was pretty tasty, although very rich. I still preferred our pick, which is strawberry ice cream, frozen strawberries, whipped cream, graham cracker crumbs, and caramel topping. What I hate about Cold Stone is their waffle cones and bowls, which are just disgusting, especially when compared to Ben and Jerry's.

Anyway, afterwards we went outside and the boys were running around, showing off how fast they were. Little A was on a sugar high by then and going nuts. We tried to teach the kid how to run up and down stairs, but he wasn't having any of it. He is so timid and scared of falling that he takes stairs like a grandma most of the time, but he's getting a little old for that, in my opinion. I don't think our coaching did any good, although he did put one foot on each step instead of putting his feet together every time. That didn't last, but at least he was able to work out the coordination kinks.

We finally were set to take them home when Big A asked about going over to Jim's house "to hang out." Naturally we left that up to his mom, since it was after 9 pm by that point and it's not our place to be the bad guys (spoilage, remember?). She actually agreed, to my surprise, and they watched Ratatouille for about an hour before they went home. Their parents came by around 9:30, but by the time they left, it was closer to 10:30, which I think was Big A's master plan in the first place. He knows how long the adults spend talking and figured if he could get his parents to pick them up instead of us dropping them off, he would be golden. During that time, Big A ate the piece of Guinness cake that I had brought home from the cooking class on Friday. Big A loves the recliners at Jim's house (who doesn't?), but I think he also just loves being there cuz of the coolness factor. He idolizes his Uncle Jim, and there's no one stronger or faster or better (with the exception of CC Sabathia, but how are you going to compete with a major league starting pitcher?). It's not going to last for much longer, so I've got to enjoy it while it lasts.