So- I went to pick up Middle One after being away at a Lacrosse camp. It's 500 degrees outside and he's been sleeping in un-air-conditioned dorm rooms for a week. Plus, not to mention playing Lacrosse in this ungodly heat.
The first thing he wants to do after packing up the car? "Can we go get food?"
"What? Didn't they feed you?"
"Well, yeah. But Mom, it was cafeteria food. I need real food."
Thanks goodness for the golden arches.