<p>DS and three friends (all freshmen) crashed here last night after spending spring break exploring the West in a tent. Apparently there was a need for regression after a week on their own–I earned raves all aroung for roast chicken, potatoes and peas–“I’ve missed home-cooked food.,” They all said. (What was left of the fudge cake went back to LA with them today.)</p>
<p>Last night they lay on the family room floor and played board games.</p>
<p>They had promised to help me with some heavy chores (I’m a single mom) and said they’d be up early. The first one emerged at 11:30 am. As they ate brunch, one told me that it was the earliest he’d gotten out of bed since high school.</p>
<p>If any of the these charmers is yours–they all still looked like angels as they slept on the pull-out couches in the living and family rooms (especially the one with the very blond, very curly, and very long hair). Will I still think this when they’re 50?</p>