EL OH EL

My boys melt me.  I am smitten with my husband for a variety of reasons and my son has ALL of those qualities and then some.

They look alike and I love their liquid brown eyes

They think alike and both overanalyze everything

They talk alike and they are flippin' hee-larious

Yin & Yang

Two peas in a pod

You get it?

So all four of us are in the car and we're driving down the road on Sunday going to The Athlete's baseball practice.  Everyone is yammering about something and nothing simultaneously.  And then E says something to The Athlete that requires a response and says

"Right Big Guy?"

And IMMEDIATELY The Athlete says

"Right Little Jacket!"

If you don't know what El oh El (LOL) means it means LAUGH OUT LOUD.  And just that I did.  Chris Farley died five years before my son was ever born, but even he never made me laugh the way those two clowns did in my own car on Sunday.  Thank the good lord for my boys and belly laughs.  May you Rest in Peace Chris Farley.  Your legacy lives on  . . .