Well, what have we here? A toddler bounce house in my living room. And I have a very small living room. We had playgroup at my house today. 13 kids total (the older ones are out of school for the summer, so it gets wild), 8 of them toddlers. Mine is the one in the bounce house looking like he just found an old goldfish cracker to eat. He woke up from his nap and the first words were, "Friends came over. Mommy blew up the bounce house." I can guarantee it's what he'll be talking about when he wakes up in the morning.
Okay, so you can guess what this is about, right? In the past couple of days, while in the bath or having his diaper changed, Duncan will exclaim, "big penis! really big!" in the way only a two year old boy can. With purity, and hilarity. He does talk about other things being really big, like tractors, and the muffler man at the muffler place on I75. But this? Particularly funny.
We wont talk about the rain because, really, don't the people on the news do that quite enough? But it needs to stop. Really. This is Texas. In July.
Hey, we are Baptists now! We got baptized into the faith last Sunday at our church and are really thrilled with everything that means. I would talk more about it, but I've had a pretty strong Tom Collins and it just seems wrong.
I will post tomorrow, hopefully, about all of the rain on our parade.