We went to Barnes & Noble the other night. We were only going to have about an hour there, and we were taking Tracey, who had hip surgery only a few days before. I warned them on the way about what kind of behavior I expected from them: "Look, I do not want any whining. I don't want you guys to come to our table and tell us that you can't find anything to do, that you are so boooored, is it time to leave yet? It's a bookstore. Find something to read." Then I said, "I know you are capable of this level of behavior, because you are all really good kids."
Rebecca said, "It's like she doesn't even know us at all!"