Tonight after an exhausting day we were all upstairs chatting. Lisa decided to lead the troops downstairs for some must see TV. She and I went downstairs and shortly after heard giggling. Lots of giggling. And then full blown laughter. The next thing we know, Abram comes down the stairs with Shawn over his shoulder. Yup, you read it right. Apparently the scene went something like this:
S: (in his pitiful voice) Abram, will you carry me down?
A: Like a potato sack or wedding style?
But no worries people, masculinity in tact, they chose potato sack style.