You know you're a D mama when at 7:53 a.m. your sons are drinking Dr. Pepper.
For the record, they did eat a "real" breakfast after sipping sodas and after Jack's blood sugar elevated. And, no, Max wasn't fighting a low, too. He had just begged, "Can I have some Dr. Pepper, too? Please? Can I? Can I? Puh-lease?" Barely awake, I caved.