September 22

I've not noticed much in my current allergic haze, but I couldn't NOT notice these goofers after dinner tonight.

There's a long-standing joke that I have t-rex arms (because although they're not ridiculously short, my arms are a little on the less-long side). So Isaac decided to pull his arms into his shirt and wave them around in my honor.

Then Brady followed suit, and then before I even processed what they were doing, they were slapping at each other with their arms tucked inside their shirts.

It was odd. But amusing. And when I feel less than great, it's nice to feel amused.