Where did I go, you might ask yourself? Nowhere. I'd guess there have been precious few times that 2 weeks have gone by without a post here. It'll probably be quite a while before it happens again. This season is busy, and busy-ness is not conducive for blogging.
So, since everyone appreciates a little potty humor now and again, we might as well get back into the swing of things with a good bodily fluid story, right? Right.
Remember how Tobe went all over Robyn's back while we were hunting for a Christmas tree? Well, apparently it was my turn. No, you sickos, it wasn't my turn to go all over Robyn's back... sheesh... you people have filthy minds...
The 3 of us went shopping. Toby was being quite the difficult one. He didn't want to walk. He didn't want to be carried along. He didn't want to ride in a cart. He demanded to ride on my head, as he says. So, being the loving father I am, and being sick of the constant whining, I obliged. All around the store we walked, Tobe's arms wrapped around my face, legs draped over my shoulders. After awhile, I realized my neck was warm.
Nothing more needs to be said. Life is good. Aren't you glad I blogged about this?
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