I gave her a stern look. "That's Miss Winifred to you, and I don't know. But it does mean you won't have time to do much homework tomorrow, so I recommend you get a start on it this morning before you go. That goes for you too, Will." My older son stumbled to his customary seat at the table. I wondered if he'd even opened his eyes at all walking down the stairs.
"Mom, can I have some coffee?"
"If you want to go make it yourself."
To my amazement he actually stood up and made his way over to the Keurig, grabbing a mug and a K-cup of Colombian dark roast.
His brother sat up straight. "Can I have a hot chocolate when he's done?"
"Sure, Charlie. Will, help your brother."
"I know how, mom."
Paige and I just opted for OJ, and in a few minutes I had my crew gathered around the table. We pa
