It is the consensus of those around me that there is a chance that my children might be just a tad spoiled.  O.K. the consensus is that they are totally spoiled.

I don’t like to think of them as spoiled, I prefer to think of them as very well taken care of.  When you live on Denial Street that is how you phrase things.

The funny thing is that anyone will tell you that I have great kids.  They are smart, funny, courteous and well liked.  They look adults in the eye when they speak to them and they think of other people. What more could I ask for in teenagers?  Well aside from cleaning and cooking, which even though I live on Denial Street I know will never happen.

I like to make my kids happy.  I like to make everyone I care about happy. Heck, I like to make strangers at the grocery store happy.  If midnight slurpee runs and breakfast in bed makes them happy then I am going to do it.  Impromptu sleepovers? No problem.  And you know why? Because doing for the people I love makes me happy.  Nothing brings me more joy than to be able to do something for someone that brings them joy.

Yesterday, I went shopping for a new phone.  Mine is currently being held together by a screensaver.  It has been that way for several months and the crack(s) were making it difficult for me to read texts.  While shopping for an iPhone Michael was showing me all the things that the iPhone S can do.  He asked the phone if he needed to wear a coat in Commerce Michigan tomorrow.  I don’t need the phone for that, because I can watch the weather and figure that out on my own.  After I rolled my eyes at several more questions, I realized that I was going to spend the next two years disappointing my son with my under utilization of the new phone.

It was all very amazing but considering I am just learning how to download pictures to Facebook I knew all the voice commands and high tech stuff would be lost on me.  So I upgraded to the new phone, gave it to Michael and took his iPhone 4.  Why? Because it made him happy and I truly did not care.  His old phone will be way too much for me to master.  He was happy and I was happy.  It was a win/win.

So that is how I spoil my kids.  I do what makes them happy because I usually don’t care either way. So for all you people that tell me I am too nice I promise if I ever change my ways I will stop being nice to you first. Deal?