Lou's nephews, Zack (11) and AJ (12) flew from New Jersey to LAX last night. They arrived after 7:00, hungry and somewhat excited. We didn't learn too much about the actual flight until we asked specific questions ("We saw the Rockies", "They didn't offer us any food", "They didn't offer us any drinks", "We sat together").
They asked us a few questions about LA, but as we drove home, they mostly riffed off each other as they focused on some subject and exaggerated it to a greater and greater degree. Lou tried to jump in once in awhile, but she only slowed them down.
We stopped at LA's famous In-N-Out Burger for a "quick" meal. They weren't too impressed. (Me: "How was the burger?" Them - in unison and with no feeling: "Good").
We got home about 8:30. Lou gave them a quick tour of the house and offered one of 2 bedrooms for them to sleep in. At 10:00 we forced them to bed, and settled in ourselves. Lou went to check on them about 10 minutes later. The door was closed, but the lights were on so she quietly asked how they were doing. When they didn't answer she opened the door and found them sound asleep.
At 7:00 this morning, Zack knocked on our door and asked: "Are you awake"?
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