Bragging on our kids

Had a great time up in Phoenix yesterday with Auntie Sarah and The Burnquist's. We had a BBQ while the kids played outside. It is amazing to think how many years we have known each other and how much has changed since those long lost days of yore. Our conversations were concerts and movies, school subjects, fashion and who was not as cool as us with our 80s New Wave hair and Buffalo Exchange clothing. We used to play cards till 3 in the morning while drinking whatever was affordable, then we'd make the run to Rally's for the fries and shakes.
Not any more, nope. Now we discuss our ailments, what prescriptions we've got (yes legal drugs now), and of course; our kids. We brag on our kids as if it was the only subject in the world. Maybe brag isn't quite the right word though. We start asking question's: "do yours ever paint the walls of their bedroom with pee? Oh thank God! I was this close to calling in the priest. " And then we move on to describing all the trouble and turmoil, and laughing like crazy. Yes laughing at that which so incredibly peeved us at the time that there was no thought that it could ever be laughed at. It almost becomes a competition to see who has more reason to sleep with one eye open, and who is more likely to need to bar the children's windows.
There is plenty of good to talk about, many proud moments to wax over, and those do come up, but that isn't quite as fun is it. It is so relieving to know that are kids are so normal and well adjusted, and so scary to think that that is what normal and well adjusted is.