What was that?

"Why don't you go read your book, Mom?" I wasn't sure I had heard that correctly... but I did.

And after Doug watched a little tv and I read a chapter or two, we entered the kitchen to find the table set and dinner ready. Dad had helped with the Dream Dinner main course, but Andrew made a salad (with dressing on the side), prepared peas and grapes, served drinks, and delegated the table setting to Zach. And they even remembered the napkins.

It was amazing! Totally unsolicited - and no ulterior motives. I am still smiling...

(He wouldn't let me take a picture. But he didn't say I couldn't blog about it!)