Last night, after dinner but before Game of Thrones straight-up murdered my soul, I asked the boys to stand together for a photo.
I really don't know what I was expecting.
Other than a perfectly accurate picture of what life is like around these three.
Which is exactly what I got.
Ike looks to Ezra...
Ezra looks to Noah...
Noah does his own thing and does not care if anyone can see him...
And Ike needs a haircut.
Just another typical night in the Storch household.
Noah and Ezra will be home from school in approximately 45 minutes, and then shit will get real. I'm just glad they like each other. For now, anyway.