The other day I was sitting at my vanity doing my makeup when all of a sudden I heard the clacking of cereal in a bowl.  I took a second listen and sure enough it was cereal being poured into a bowl.  Then as I was about to yell, “what the heck is going on in there?”  Brielle yells, “don’t worry mom I’m getting Cooper and I breakfast today so you can have a little break.”  My heart sank, I was a little proud because I mean how sweet is that, but I was also thinking I am going to feel so bad when I have to beat her for spilling the milk all over the place.  So I quietly tip toed out and looked around the corner to see what was going on in my kitchen (not really sure if I really wanted to see what was going on in my kitchen), but what I saw was nothing more than a miracle.  Cooper and Brielle were both sitting nicely eating their cereal and there was NO mess.  I sure did train them well.  My kids are growing up and it is bittersweet.  They can finally do stuff for their self, but on the other hand I miss my babies.  At least they still like to hug and snuggle, will they still like to do that at 18 and 20?