The big kid, scrounging around for more food, because he is a bottomless pit, opened the pantry door, and said this:
"Oh, oh, ho! Good organization, Mom!"
Me: (rapidly descending into the following sins): pride in my my totally awesome Martha skills, pride in my totally awesome vocabulary building skills, pride that my kid is a genius who uses five-syllable words, pride (i.e. completely unjustified bitterness) that SOMEBODY around here appreciates the work I do, pride that my pantry really looks pretty freakin' fabulous.
"Wow, thanks, buddy!"
"Yeah," he said. "You did good regutations."
REGUTATIONS. Good ones.
Screeching halt to all the prideful thoughts listed above.