And The Lord looked down upon EHS, also known as She Who Works All The Time, and her long-suffering husband, known only as That Asshole In The Windbreaker, and He said “verily, they doth have it too freaking easy.” And so He gaveth unto them a fourth child – a son with a ridiculous flair for the dramatic and a tendency to exaggerate beyond all reason. A son with an abundant sense of humor but an irrepressible need to jest at inappropriate times. A son that was, in short, a simulacrum of his father, but without the righteous bearditude. And it came to pass that they were sorely tested and greatly vexed. But even as they were tested, so too did they come to remember lessons long forgotten. Lessons about patience. And living joyfully in the present. And that there is magic in all things. Even crappy Luby’s dinners. And forks. And Jello – especially Jello.