So I am in the kitchen cleaning up the "let's make breakfast burritos" mess, and the geek squad is in the family room watching the Harry Potter marathon. I hear "hey Madre, we got any G2's left in the fridge?" So I grab the last one and ask who bellowed for the G2. Derek says it was him. He isn't my kid. I thought I was down to only my own kids in the house. I apparently don't even notice the squatters any more. 