My nephews and Anje got out of quarantine (self-imposed, you know how moronic Texas is) to join Jennifer and me to have dinner at Chuy’s (the one super far south). Man, I can’t wait for this frickin’ pandemic to end! The menu at Chuy’s is so stripped down, they’ve excluded the Elvis Platter! It’s frightening to see how much Wyatt and Cannon have grown. I’m wondering if the Emir of Qatar put them on a rack and stretched them into the lanky forms they share with their oldest brother Hunter. Oh, the Q on Wyatt’s baseball cap stands for the Qatar baseball team, not the Qanon batshit nonsense. Meanwhile, Cannon decided to do a “derp” face for the photo, I’m guessing Gen Z is recycling the same dumb crap previous generations have done, mine was the bunny ears. Great to have everybody together again!