So, we're driving up to the movie theater tonight to See Kung Fu Panda 2. Brooks had been at a writer's group this afternoon and while he was gone the boys and I cleaned up the driveway - weeding, blowing out dead leaves, etc. In the car Brooks complimented the boys on all their efforts.
"Thank you, boys, for all your hard work today."
Encouraging the spirit of gratitude I say, "And thanks, Love, for taking us to the movie."
"Brahm catches on and adds in a wry tone, "And thanks, Mom, for giving birth to us."
Knowing it's his turn and not wanting to come up empty-handed, Oliver says, "Yeah, and thanks, Dad, for that Y chromosome."