Jake "the snake" Roberts, y'all.

Recently I was bemoaning the lack of rhythm in our days... and I got to thinking - while our days may be a little helter skelter in nature, our nights have a reliable and concrete flow to them.

A game of Uno with Silas in the afternoon before Seth gets home from work is a nice diversion and is usually good for a few laughs.

I start in on dinner and Silas retreats to the laptop in his room. There's just too much farming to do and flash games to play. It's a hard life.

Gratin. This shall be scarfed.

And then... all hell breaks loose. The boychild brushes his teeth (ever since his surgery he insists that either Seth or I be his "guide". We get our own toothbrush wet and brush our own teeth, showing him where to go and for how long. He loves the direction, it's a chance to bond, and his teeth actually get brushed well instead of in a hurry. Win/win for everybody!) ... moving on to WRESTLING!

A good time is had by all, not to mention how much it wears him out in preparation for bed.

Then the reading... oh my goodness, the reading. Sometimes it goes on for 20 or 30 minutes, sometimes he's up until 10:30 reading Garfield, Calvin & Hobbes, or The Far Side. The kid loves dry humor and plays on words.