home again, home again jiggity jig

Everett picked me up from the airport naked, which basically tells me everything I need to know about how things went while I was away. Obviously, he and Tyson have come to a deeper understanding of what it means to be father and son. They were two peas in a pod together, and as soon as we got home to our ... uh ... lived in house, Tyson sheepishly admitted to me that he "gets it now". Which was very satisfying, I must say. ;) He's sooooo dreamy when he tells me I'm right.
On another random note, I'm not sure if I'll ever have a daughter {as far as I'm concerned, there's an imaginary tattoo on my arm that says boys forever! with that heart thing around it} which means that most things "mommy and me" are off limits. But chucks? Chucks we can do! I'm thinking at least until he graduates high school.