The boy has discovered the joy of stuffing things down the front of my shirt, then doing the “Where is it?” sign and sound. It’s pretty funny when it’s things like stuffed animals…although I worry about what’s going to happen if he decides to mount an expedition for lost toys while we’re in public. However, it’s not all that funny when it’s things like fish sticks. (Ok, it’s probably funny to everyone who does not have fish crumbs in their bra…but still…)
In other news, I still have the plague. I blame Karl Rove. That bastard. I’m sure he and Dick Cheney are spreading germs to wipe out the libertarian intelligencia. Of course, I could just be hopped up on Nyquil…there’s no telling, really.