Well, the garden finally has broccoli. Spencer was thrilled. Most kids don't care for it, but my little vegetable eater barely took time to wash the dirt off of it before chowing down.
Speaking of chowing down, we went to Carraba's tonight. I ate too much and now I feel miserable. We stopped by Mom and Dad's house on the way home and our garlic breath about knocked them out. Typical of my family, we spent the rest of the evening joking around and I laughed until I literally had tears streaming down my face.
It started with Dad telling us a story about Spencer having to use a Port-a-potty at the rodeo, and like me, my son is quite particular about cleanliness. My Dad attempted to use the phrase "he was anal" but he said "he was anus" and oh... it just went down hill from there. Then the next hour or so was dedicated to picking on my brother. My poor Mom laughed herself into an asthma attack. Spencer and IV were in the living room playing and on the way home Spencer asked, "What was so funny tonight?" I replied with, "EVERYTHING!"