Perfect

I’ve talked about this before, but I figure I better document every time it happens. Tonight has been perfect, and perfect isn’t easy to come by around these parts. Don’t get me wrong, it’s mostly awesome around here, but usually chaotic, messy, full of disagreements and always crazy. The boys have played together happily all night. I haven’t heard a cross word, no one has said shut up, or thrown a punch. They ate their supper without complaining. They took a bath without being told to 20 times. It’s been nothing but sharing and sitting together, helping, playing, pure happiness and brotherly love. Am I being Punk’d?