The folks came over for breakfast. I cooked, we ate. Drank coffee. We made plans for dinner at their place. Mom's typically great cooking. We're spoiled. I can tell it's getting harder for her, but she just loves cooking for us. She's still a fantastic cook.
We all came back to our place after dinner to watch the Mets v Yankees on the HD screen (so I missed the Beer for Bags party). Mom still loves baseball. My dad still gets so annoyed at all the hootin' and hollerin' she does during games, probably because he always falls asleep while watching. But she was always on our side and while we were growing up she would let us watch baseball late into the night, even when the NY teams were on road trips to the west coast (10pm starts!).
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