Diet Starts Tomorrow, Take 7

Got home a little late from work, and Dad was already here and done with dinner. In fact, everyone was, as Ryan greeted me at the door and Erin was busy standing up talking to the living room chair. Ainsley had made breadbowls with soup, which I just found amazing. I'm not sure I've ever had a breadbowl, thinking they belonged in fancy restaurants, and if I'm in a fancy restaurant, I'm not going to have soup, for pete's sake. I even asked her if she'd cut out the holes in the bread or if they came pre-bowled. She gave me that furrowed squinty what-planet-exploded-and-brought-you-here kind of looks.

Anyhoo, I had on my simple gray t-shirt with "Air Force" written across the front, and since Ryan and I had discussed it in the past, and had sung the song enough times, I thought I'd give him a chance to impress his grandad with his reading skills.

"Ryan! What does my shirt say?"

And with a left-to-right sweep of his index finger, he proudly exclaimed,

"Big Guy!"