I have memories of all of us pulling our t-shirts over our bent knees and hobbling around. My oldest 2 would wobble right off of the couch and I would laugh so hard that I couldn't breathe. I still see it in my mind. Or the way they would pull their sweat pants up over their shoulders and walk around with their arms hidden in their pant legs. Creepy, but heart-warming. Because they were doing it for each other, but mostly for me. Making mom laugh until she almost keeled over was a favorite past time around here.
Silly voices. Silly faces. Movie quotes. Photo booth on the mac. Whatever it takes to leave the grind where it belongs and enjoy some lighthearted time with the guys.