Here's what happens every single week after Mass: Timothy and Jonathan get into an argument on the way home. The two of them begin needling, poking, and teasing each other until, just about the time we get to Washington Road, Joe has to yell at them to STOP- it-right-now-we-just-came-from-Mass-and-you-both-should-know-better!
Like I said, every. single. week.
Except tonight. With Jonathan at college, for the first time there was no arguing and the drive home was peaceful. Uneventful. Too quiet.
And gosh darn it ... I miss those stupid arguments.