Actually, neither my son Evan or my daughter, Monica, are over here yet. My daughter drove over here earlier to grace me with her presence. She slept most of the time as I laughed in her face and teased her.
My son, Evan, was supposed to come later. But he, like most males, has a tiny brain. He seems to sleep all the time.
He's as smart as our hero.
Now Monica, of course, knows that the smartest, most direct way to her Daddy's tiny male brain is by making him laugh at innane shows -- which apparently WHY she bought him Familt Guy CDs for the second year in a row.