It was late at night when they pulled into a road side dinner. "I'll fill up the tank, Sandy," Ryan said as he got out of the car, "I need to stretch my legs anyways."

"Sure," called out Sandy, "I'll get a table with Kristen and Seth."

After filling the tank and then parking the jeep, Ryan walked into the diner. It was a simple restaurant filled with locals and sports memorabilia. Making eye contact with the hostess he began to speak, "I'm looking for…"

"Oh you must be their other son!" The pump, short woman gushed leading him to the booth where the Cohen's were sitting, "Your bother sure looks like your father, but boy do you take after your mother. I knew which group you where with from the moment you walked in. " Looking at Kristen, she explained, "I was just saying how much your boy here looks like you, same eyes and everything."

"Thank you," answered Kristen, giving the woman and genuine smile.

"You sure were brave though, havin' two kids so close together."

"We survive," joked Sandy, "But we feel pretty lucky."

After the waitress took their orders the family was quiet for a moment before erupting into laughter. "Well hey, I have always thought I looked like Ryan," smiled Kristen wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "It our great protestant features."

"Gentiles," groaned Seth and Sandy.

Ryan merely laughed and bit into a French fry.

"So dad, do you think that I will be able to call Summer when we get in the motel?"

"Absolutely not, this a family vacation; no girls, no drama just the Cohens and the trusty family jeep." answered Sandy, "We are only going to be gone for three days. You will survive without talking to her for that long."

Ryan squirted ketchup into his plate, "You lived how many years without her even knowing your name? It won't be that bad."

"Thanks for your support there buddy…"

"It has always perplexed me how Summer went from barely knowing your name to making out with you during Thanksgiving," commented Sandy, "We Cohens are charming but that is bringing it to new levels."

Ryan groaned, "You don't even to know that drama story." Then he paused, "A better question would be when you first started liking her?"

"Yeah, honey," asked Kristen, "When did you and Summer connect?"

Seth buried his face in his hands, "Have you no mercy?"

"You said it first, no dignity on a family trip. I sang," commented Ryan.

"Alright, Summer sat in front of me in the sixth grade. The sun used to shine right through the window onto her hair and it was so shiny it looked like she had a hallo. That with her laughter, I thought she was some sort of angel. That was before I realized that she suffered from rage blackouts. There. Happy?"

"We raised him well, didn't we, Kristen." Sandy grinned, "The regular romantic."

"He did better then you," Kristen answered stealing the pickle off of Seth's plate.

"Hey mom that's my meal….and what about Dad?"

"Your father fell in love with me when I called him a self - righteous ass at an art museum."

"It was a blind date, and your mother was in the middle of her art history degree so I was dragged to some horrible modern art museum."

"The art was revolutionarily. And your father spent the entire time mocking the exhibit."

"She called me a self righteous ass and then I asked if I could take her out again."

"So what you are saying is that we Cohens are a suckers for punishment and rage filled women?"

"Pretty much."

Ignoring Sandy, Kristen looked to Ryan, "What about you? When did you fall for Marissa?"

They all turned to Ryan, a bit taken back he laid his fork down, "Ironically it was when I found her passed out drunk in her driveway. It was my first night in Newport and Seth was already asleep in the pool house. I went out for a smoke and I saw her lying there. I carried her back to the pool house and lay her down and I remember just looking at her. She was so fragile like some sort of princess. Completely out of my league but incredible."

Sandy turned to Seth and Ryan, "I think that is a better way of putting it boys. Our women are incredible but completely out of our league."

"I'll toast to that," smiled Kristen.

"To our women!" The boys raised their glasses of water.

It was dark when they pulled into over for gas motel.

"Shhh…" whispered Kristen, "Look Sandy." She pointed the back seat where Ryan and Seth were both fast asleep using various suitcases as pillows.

Sandy turned from where he was driving, "Grab the camera."

"Let me try to find it…" Kristen started going through her purse, "You were right when we were talking to the waitress, it may be a challenge but we are pretty lucky to have our boys."

Taking the camera out of Kristen's hand, Sandy turned towards the boys, "Now let's humiliate them and capture this moment on film," and snapped the picture.