Lollipops Are Not Appropriate For Breakfast!

This morning had one of those moments that immediately brought back my own childhood that's worth preserving. I walked out into the living room grumpy from not getting enough sleep only to have my mood turned around upon seeing Timmy and Evan lying head to head on the couch under their Sponge Bob comforters with lollipops in their mouths, wondering how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop. "That crazy owl is wrong, it takes way more than three, jeez" replied Evan. I realized that they had never pondered this before, but due to the commercial during Phineas and Ferb they were now experiencing a crucial right of passage. How could I be upset at such cuteness? I only wish I could keep them from getting older so I could catch more of these innocent memories. Just the other day I caught Timmy intently watching the preteen cheer leading championship on TV and I've heard rumors from his brother that one rogue hair has sprouted on his left armpit. I'm not ready for that just yet.