Today was the second bike repair class for mom and ds4. We learned to take apart and repair brakes. This all belongs in the category of "a little knowledge is a dangerous thing" as far as I'm concerned. The first thing he wanted to do when we got home was to take apart the brakes on his bike!
Our tradition (if you can call twice a tradition) is to stop by Taco Bell on the way home. Being the sweetie that he is, ds4 wanted to take three tacos home for the princess. He was so proud - carrying in the bag of tacos for his little sister.
Well - he left them on the table and went off to do whatever it is that boys do. About an hour later the princess came running in and told us that Ed had eaten the tacos!
Upon investigation, we discovered that Ed had, indeed eaten all three of the tacos. And I do mean ALL of the tacos. The only reminder of our trip to Taco Bell was a few pieces of errant lettuce and three neatly opened taco wrappers.
For future reference, dogs like tacos.