Brain Mush

Last night after Jerry got over his self imposed guilt trip of getting home from school/studying at 8:00pm, after leaving before 7 that morning. Not a guilt trip because he was gone so long, but because he felt guilty leaving so early.

Yeeaaah... my thoughts exactly.

Anyway, I got a text from my sis-in-law inviting us to dinner on Sat. night. Yay for family in town. (I'm loving being close to John and Sara, by the way) anyway, I was checking with Jerry to see what time he'd be able to head over for dinner after studying. I asked if 6ish sounded good.

His response..

"Umm, probably more like 6 if that's ok with them."

What's worse is that he didn't understand why I was laughing at his response. I think school is really turning his brain to mush. :)