Chili, baby

Last night I got to see my oldest son when he dropped by at 8:30pm, coming home from work.  Yeowser.  Some hours.  Anywho, his mission was to pick up his enchiladas, but since there was still a nip in the air, earlier, I had made a pot of chili and I knew he'd be on board for a nice hot bowl of red.  Luckily, Fred had not done the dishes, so all I had to do was fire up the chili, set him a spot by the TV, pull out the cheese, chopped green onions, and chips, so all he'd have to do was wash his paws, and sit down.  Oh, yeah...I put the TV flipper there, too.  Sure enough, when he hit the front door, and said "Chili?", he made a bee line to the kitchen.  While he washed, I dipped up a big old steaming bowl...(that sounds like the Wolf brand chili ad....jeeze) put on the cheese, and handed it to him.  At 29, I figured he could handle his own onions, but sometimes you just have to play mom a little. Then I left to go do something.

The next thing I heard was Fred and Brian, howling in the kitchen.  I never know what they are laughing about, but love hearing them.  They adore each other, and it's so fun just to observe them or hear them, going crazy on some random topic.  And when Benji is here, all three of them get started, usually with Benji telling something hilarious, and it just rolls on from there.  Sometimes it ends up in the donkey bray laughter, sometimes just bursts of laughter.  Either way, it's contagious.  Funny is just funny.  Cain't hep but laf......