This Seems About Right
I just saw a drunk Viking.
It's 7:30 in the morning.
Happy Halloween everyone!
The Journal of a Cynical Dad
The Boy doesn't sleep. P and I are exhausted, and we're not sure what to do about it.
There's a Far Side cartoon where new 'residents' of heaven are greet at the gates with "Welcome to heaven, here's your harp." On the second panel new 'residents' of hell are greeted with, "Welcome to hell, here's your accordion."
The Boy has a cold, and I'm trying to buck the "Kid Sick - Parents Sick" trend. I figure I can pull this off if I just avoid his face as much as possible; the goodnight kiss is going to be planted squarely on the top of his head until he recovers. Yesterday my strategy went out the window.