Normal Kids.

The steaks were nestled between the zucchini on the grill. Smoke curling in fragrant plumes across the yard, the only thing left to do was saute some mushrooms in a generous bourbon spiked sauce. Now if you've cooked with alcohol you would know to get to the source of the true flavor you have to burn off the alcohol. Fire starter in hand, Eric calls to Ethan to watch, wooooosh, flames immediately overtake the pan, dancing around the browned mushrooms. This is where I can title this "normal kids". Normal kids would go insane if they saw their dinner on fire in the kitchen. Normal kids would shout and jump up and down with squeals of delight at the show taking center stage at the stove. My kids are not normal. Ethan glances up and shrugs. Elaina and Elijah don't even acknowledge the festivities. Both parents laughing and shouting "Fuego!!", at 3, 5 and 7, they think we're so lame. Maybe that does make them normal kids. Homemade buttermilk ice cream followed, topped with fresh blueberry jam. Come to think of it, they don't have a chance in hades of being normal. Good thing normal is over rated.