dinner at the mother ship (g-dawg's house) is a racous, loud, hilarious affair. there's nothing better than sunday dinners there. tonight we had mexican food, off-color jokes, legitimate funny jokes, a high-speed chase through the house, and probably someone left offended. that usually happens too. for some reason, jake fell asleep at the table and ryan put jeter in the high chair and fed him like a baby. the fun never ends.
this was another 'last supper' for evan and it was not disappointing. this one will have to get him through the next two. wish we could bottle it up for him and bottle him up for us.
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