The Last One

As we pulled into the garage, Hubby said, "I need to mow this yard tomorrow."
We got out and walked toward the door.  Hubby stopped to pick up the gas can to make sure he had enough for the mower.
But the can was empty!
Hubby just shook his head, snorted a little like a bull about to charge, and said, "That kid!"
Apparently Parker had run out of his allotted gas money for the month.  Being the resourceful kid we have raised him to be, he raided the lawn mower gas.
I couldn't help laughing.
Through the years, Hubby has lost tools one by one, had his dolly cart robbed of it's wheels, opened the match box to start the grill only to find it empty of matches, and had his favorite snacks devoured while he slept.  Just the other day, I sent Hubby to the store for some chicken breasts and he came back with two bags of Chips Ahoy.  One of them was some new concoction with peanut butter cup chips.  Hubby LOVES peanut butter.   I'm sure he wanted to dig into them right then and there, but like a good grown up, he waited til after supper. We ate and then had to go to bible study.  Hubby shoved a few cookies in his mouth before we left.  When we got home both cookie packages were missing.  Seeing the steam start to come out of  Hubby's ears I sent Parker a quick text. "Please tell me the cookies are not all gone!"
"There are some regular ones down here" he texted from the basement den.  "But the peanut butter ones are gone.  And I didn't eat them all, I swear."  Having a friend who practically lives at our house comes in handy sometimes...
As I tried to console my peanut butter-deprived man, he pointed out to me that the kids NEVER take my last bit of snacks.  I pointed out that I eat healthy stuff that the kids wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.  Then I remembered that they have both saved the last can of Coke for me on various occasions.  Hubby believes this is due to their great fear of me.  I choose to believe it's their great love for me.
Either way, it will all be over soon.  Today, we went to watch Parker march in a band competition.  We started going to this competition 6 years ago when Hillary began Varsity Band.  And as we walked up the sidewalk, I said, "Well, this is the last time we will do this."
Kids grow up and eventually have little ones of their own who will steal their cookies, lawn mower gas, and hearts.  And Hubby and I will remain, with full cookie bags and gas cans, and an empty house.  So I will laugh and enjoy Parker.  He is my Last One.