These last few years, his profession as an freelance inventor had been hit by a stroke of luck. They were not quite on Easy Street, but he and Didi would not have to worry about getting their boys through college. However, he had been very secretive about his most recent project.

"Stu, breakfast is ready," she said.

"Thanks, honey!" he called from the basement, wrapping up down there and making his way upstairs, "It's really coming along."

"Stu, what is this?" Didi asked.

"You'll see soon enough," Stu assured his wife, giving a wry smirk, "Let's just say you gave me the idea."

Didi was naturally a little concerned, given some of his notable disasters over the past 20 years.

Stu had not forgotten those disasters, but he was reasonably confident in the success of this particular endeavor. "Okay, let's eat."

They sat down at the table together.

"Morning, Dad," Tommy greeted his father as he sat to his left.

"Hey champ, Dil. How you doing?"