Our Son Shecky

We had an atypical night last night. Bryon worked late so the boys and I ran errands and went to the playground until we could pick Bryon up from work (carpooling, remember?). By the time we got home it was later than usual. Jake was already asleep so Bryon, Sam and I sat down to eat dinner. I have to say, the 'atmosphere' was great. Everybody was tired and a little loopy. Some of us were already in pajamas. We were eating take-out off paper plates. We'd bought a brownie for Sam and somehow the conversation turned to brownies ... brownies flying out of Bryon's backside (like I said we were loopy, it was late). After a particular joke, Sam smacked his palm on the dining table, shook his head and said, "Ahh, gotta love the classics."