We're still at DEFCON 3.

I came home yesterday to be greeted by BS and BD (they love running into my arms). SS has secluded himself in his bedroom again and closed his door. DW says he's doing homework.

I asked her if she has x-ray vision. DW gave me the "look" and I just let the matter drop.

I made supper. When I served it is when SS came out. Didn't say "hi" but he did go and feed the dog without being prompted (that's his only job at supper time). He even put his plate away in the sink after supper without being asked (another shocker). He didn't say a word all dinner.

Well except for this little incident which I cannot help but laugh about.

SS has been growing his hair long and lately - when he eats with us - he bends his head over his plate so that his hair flops down to cover his face. I'm telling you, it's like eating dinner with "Cousin It" from the Addams family.

Over the weekend, Donkeykong must have forced SS to go get a hair cut. So now his hair is super short. However, SS must have been used to having the "Greasy Hair Shield" on at supper time because he still leans over his plate and he tries to brush his hair downwards to cover his face.

After he did this a couple of times I asked "Hey SS, is there something in your hair you want to add to your meal?"

DW - who was busy helping BD with her meal - turns to look and catches it too. "SS stop doing that!"

"Doing what?" SS retorts.

"Stop trying to brush your hair in front of your face! What's the matter, you don't want us looking at you now?"

SS just grumps and continues eating but I can easily tell that having our family dinner was akin to torture for him.