Snapshot into my home

I just want to give a description so that you can picture in your head a scene from our home tonight.

After working in the garage, Jeff, Asa and Addison were all completely filthy. Addison had his bath, then Asa. Finally, Jeff was in the tub. The boys proceeded to run around like (naked) wild Indians, laughing hysterically about who knows what. I did not have the energy to wrestle them into their pajamas, so I didn't even try. Jeff was covered in marble dust (from cutting marble tiles) and was seated in our tiny 48" long claw foot tub.

The boys were in and out of the bathroom, bouncing and screaming. In their madness, someone mentioned a "brick house" for some reason that now escapes me. This prompted Jeff to belt out a single line from the song of the same name. Having never heard the words, "She's a brick houuuse" in their short little lives, the boys erupted into laughter. Within minutes, the song was blasting over the speakers in the next room.

It is 8:45pm, the boys are butt naked, dancing, running, laughing, and are completely out of control, "Brick House" is blaring over the speakers, a Jeff covered in fine white marble dust is sitting in our tiny tub, and my huge belly and I are propped up on the seat of the toilet to get through a contraction.

I doubt he could have ever imagined this scene when he sold his Gibson SG to give me that ring 10 years ago...