Today is our older son's 10th birthday party. He requested a home-baked apple pie instead of a cake. Wes baked a beautiful pie while I was at work. We took our son and his friends out to dinner then Wes took the boys to see Prince Caspian. I went out in the yard to do some more work. Isabella ate the whole fucking pie. And smashed the pie plate to bits. Wes is going to kill me.
(Younger brother and I just ran to the grocery store and bought another pie. I'm still in big trouble but at least there's dessert for the kids.)