Me to Hooligans: "We're having a family portrait done late this afternoon. I am going to pick out what you guys are going to wear and you will need to shower."
Larger Hooligan: no comment, just major eye roll, noisily slurped the remainder of his milkshake, then helped himself to mine.
Smaller Hooligan (horrified/outraged, and by the way, extremely grubby after two soccer games and a milkshake): "A SHOWER? WHY? Is it A SCRATCH and SNIFF picture or something?"
The Larger Hooligan and I cracked up, like snorting milkshake out our noses and crying cracked up. The Smaller Hooligan smirked ever so slightly and resisted the urge to laugh.
Is this what it is like to be Jon Stewart's mother? It is awesome. We are lucky women.