Overheard in a first grade homeroom this morning:

First student: I saw a live play this weekend.

Second student (my son): Well, I had ice cream!

Third student: I saw a play and had ice cream!


First student, again: I got to stay up really late at the play.

My son: Well, I always stay up really late.

Third student: Yeah, me too!

My son: Once I stayed up past midnight!

Oh, I remember that, on Christmas Eve.

Well, I don't really remember because I went to bed around 9 and left the kids with Jeff whose bedtime routine involves letting them fall asleep on the couch playing Xbox and carrying them to bed.

I found out the hard way, as we paid for it the next morning. Groggy heads the lot of 'em.

But, where do kids learn to brag? I mean, really.