Frat House

So, I'm pretty sure I'm raising a total fraternity guy.  Sunday morning David brought the boys downstairs.  Well, he had to go back upstairs to change Banks' pants.  During that time, Hughes opened the fridge door, got himself something to eat, and took it to the table to have breakfast.  Great, huh?  Except he didn't grab yogurt or cheese, he grabbed cold pizza from the night before.  And he unwrapped it out of the tinfoil and proceeded to munch down on COLD PIZZA!  Total Frat Guy!  David and I just stood around laughing at the scene.  Hughes is becoming a lot more self-sufficient but I don't know if I'm ready for this.