I can see it in The Boy's carriage: "I'm so little, but I take up the WHOLE bed!!!" It's amazing that he can push around adults who outweigh him by around 200 pounds (in my case).
Tonight we had macaroni and cheese, which was the first time The Boy had had it. He loved it, as any good American boy would. (Only dirty commies don't like mac and cheese, or pizza. It's just the way it is.)
There was "Are you smarter than a 7th grader?" at school today. I bombed, like, big time. I didn't know the number of regions of France (22, apparently), didn't know where the next Olympic games are being held and something else. Forget which. I'm dumb, apprently.
Have you noticed that, anytime a tv show says, "viewer discretion is advised," that that show is likely interesting?
I was tackled by The Boy several times while we were wrasslin' earlier. It's funny: he starts growling at me (like, a literal puppy's growl) and tackles me, chewing on my shoulder until I fall down. He also spent time chewing on my nose, and - when I stuck my tongue out at him - he tried to bite my tongue. Weird.
It was definitely a fun night.