She shrugged as she poured them each a glass of milk, "I won't tell you not to. Wonder if that makes me a bad mother." Her brow furrowed, but she shook her head a moment later as she returned the milk to the fridge, leaning back against the counter to sip her own, handing him the glass, "And they're both good kids, which amazes me, don't have too many smart genes in my family, must have got them from their father's side."