Mental note : Don't tell him your password

I wonder at what age kids can keep secrets.  At least for Ben, it isn't four.  This post was originally going to be just about this morning's "Donuts for Dad" get together at Ben's school.  It was an early Father's Day celebration, since we dads normally get shafted on the school parties (moms have it good because Mother's Day falls within the school year).

For the past couple weeks, Ben has been singing various "Dad" songs.  I knew this event was coming up, and putting two and two together (four! - complete coincidence), I decided these were the "secret" songs that they were going to perform for us.  Its never much of a secret, but it was a good time. They all wore homemade paper neck ties, and sang their songs for us.  Then we ate doughnuts and had coffee (well, I had coffee - he had water).

But the secret spilling wasn't over yet. I met my family at a restaurant tonight for dinner.  When I got there, it was a table for six, and I was told we were "expecting some guests", without being told who they might be.  While I am sitting there wrenching my brain for who the secret guests are (and trying to figure out what I am going to eat), Ben says "Mommy... why isn't Rich coming into the restaurant?"

My response was to look at Stephanie, "Rich?  You mean..." trying to figure out if I know more than just one Rich, "As in.... The Rich?"  The Rich would be a good friend and roommate from college.  He currently resides in California, and I hadn't seen him in something like 5 or 6 years, until tonight.  He and his girlfriend are here until Monday - a birthday surprise!  I don't mind that Ben tipped me off a few minutes early.  Its all good.