Tomorrow morning I'm off into the big blue yonder of biking, leaving me one last occasion to harass you for a donation to the fight against diabetes. I'm feeling good, Gatorade's a chilling, the bike's all tuned up, with shorts fresh from the drier. I'll tell you all about it.
In other news, Graham is moving forward with potty training. Upon taking his maiden poop in a potty, he looked directly at Mary and said "can I have the coal-tender cars now?", since this was in fact Mary's bribe for him to sit on the potty. Kids are rather transactional these days.
Friday, June 15, 2007
The big ride
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Ask him where he thinks the poop goes.
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