Evan and his girlfriend Charlotte were in town today so we had lunch at Central BBQ. I goaded him into trying the barbecue chicken nachos. He wrecked his plate quite thoroughly (those damn things are tasty) and then proclaimed that he’d had so much to eat that, later, he’d probably be able to “shit through a screen and never hit a wire.” Which is now officially my favorite thing to say, ever.
He looks equal parts your mother and father. Ah, the wonder of DNA.