yo momma got control over you, boy

those were the words of the six-year-old to the three-year-old.

after the three-fer had shouted, "get yo hands off my momma's car!"

...to which the six-er chimed, "you ain't got no control over yo momma's car!"

i was perched on the front stoop just chilling out as the sunset began to invade the horizon and round 2 was a-knocking on my stomach's chamber door. and that brief exchange of innocence put the biggest grin on my face that day. Made the whole trip worth it with just that one moment in time when all was still, the boys were being boys, and be easy was how we was being.

It was a calm Thanksgiving this year. One marked with smiling faces, strong-gripped daps, warm hugs, and food out the ying-yang, son.

After getting back home, I just so happened to come across this article on happiness and the recent research and techniques involved in putting a smile on more people's faces. I, for one, will neither claim to be a bubbly ear-to-ear grin-mesiter not will I front like I'm always in a bad mood and life is simply ok every day. We all take our lumps, bumps, and bruises with subdued resistance and surreal resilience. It's the bouncing back that reveals your true happiness.

So anyways, I bounced back this year fairly satisfied at the progress made this Thanksgiving as i tried to commit to interacting more with those I had not had a chance to really ctahc up with in a while. And although prying into another person's life isn't the cakewalk it may seem to be after a few slices of pecan pie and Grey Goose, it sure beats a blind date who's gets geeked off some throwback Eagles.