Dawdling is hereditary

The other night, I was trying to get the kids to ready themselves for bed. Sam was dawdling. This is not surprising, as Sam's head is usually somewhere else. This particular evening, he managed to put his pajamas on, but then became engrossed in an old State Farm map book I had given him and forgot all about brushing his teeth. 

Bill came upstairs to assist in the bedtime rituals. This is what I saw the next time I came down the hall. They were deep in a discussion on towns in Tennesee. Clearly, they are two of a kind.