Indy and Pan can sure pack away the food

Guess that is what makes it enjoyable to sit down to dinner. That and just having the boy here again for a while. I sure will miss him and his Indyisms once he is gone. Like the other day when he told me I was as soft as 18 pillows. Or when he told me he loves me more than all the planets in the universe, but not more than Jesus, but almost as much as mom. (I countered that I loved him more than the string theory. Should have been here for the ensuing conversation.)