The N Word. Kind Of.

Gannon has a Facebook.  He is (normally) very monitored.  Saturday night, I won Mom of the Year award for falling asleep while Gannon was on my computer.  Bad bad bad bad bad bad BAD idea.  

I didn't know right away that something had gone awry.

Headed into church on Sunday, a dear friend approached me.  "Did she respond?" she inquired.  I gave a rather blank look as I had NO idea who was responding to what.  

"T (we'll call her)!  Did she respond to Gannon's Facebook post?"

Gannon was no where to be seen.  Probably trying to download games on the "Giving Kiosk"  

Lord Mercy. 

 I started to sweat.  My face got red.  

This could not be good.  

I went for my phone. 

 I scrolled through Gannon's account.  Nothing incriminating.  A few Toby Mac references.

I went to T's account.  

I scrolled.  

And I found this post:

To which Gannon responded.....

We're still waiting to find out.

Banana Bread

Gannon loves to bake.  He also hates to sleep.  This can be a dangerous equation.  We've woken up to some very interesting messes, and some very unique recipes have been created in the wee hours in the Koenig home.
It had been some time since Gannon had tapped into his culinary juices.

2:00 AM
Gannon:  BurstS into the bedroom, using his inside voice.  His inside voice is LOUD.  "MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM!  WAKE UP, THE BANANA BREAD IS ALMOST READY!!!!"
Me:  Blurry eyed, but somehow wide awake, "What banana bread, Gannon?"
Gannon:  THE ONE I MADE YOU!  COME LOOK!
Me: Follows Gannon downstairs.  Finds the oven at 450* with this inside...

Yes, that is a plastic bowl.

On the positive side, he DID have most of the ingredients right, right? *Yawnnnnnnnnnn