obsolete

I am not sure when it happened, or how I feel about it, but somewhere along the line, I have become somewhat obsolete.

I walked into the kitchen tonight - and Punk had made both he and Kooka hot dogs for a midnight snack. They had also mixed a batch of green kool-aid ("we know it's your favorite"), which actually had the correct proportion of sugar/water/kool-aid.

It is nearly ten o'clock and my children are fixing full-fledged meals for themselves. Maybe next they will start paying the electric bill.