I love that we're getting to the point that we can have intelligent conversations with our kids. Not that I didn't enjoy the extremely entertaining younger stages (in which Super Q would not be persuaded that we all have "fingers" and not "thingers" and Flash's inexplicable nickname for me was "Sugary").
Last night we enjoyed an unexpected evening at home with dh. I seized the opportunity and made some peppermint milkshakes and we all sat around in the living room. dh and I mostly asked the boys about school: fads (Silly Bandz), popular music (Usher, Katy Perry), books (Twilight [shudder]). They loved the attention and didn't want to stop ("Please can we keep on talking?"). Dare I hope for non-combative teenagers in a few years?