At the dinner table last night, we were eating our way through a rather large bowl of cherry tomatoes from our garden, when I made a comment on the state my bowels would be the next day, given my larger than normal intake of fiber. After this comment Jeffrey out of no where sang "They call it thunder!", which I'm not sure are the real words to the song he was trying to sing.
But we all exploded into laughter. The timing was perfect.
I am thunder free, and looking forward to a tomato sandwich for lunch!
1 comment:
Awesome. Sounds like some of the conversations we have around our dinner table. I'll bet that he and Lincoln would get along marvelously!
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