Yesterday I felt a wee bit guilty about lurking at the exwife's blog. So to be nice, I asked the boys if they'd like to get a Valentine's Day card for her when I took them to pick out Sweety's. Little did I know the effing drama it would cause. ..
Sweety was bowling and I'd just put the sprogs in bed. I remember that they forgot to sign her card so I take it in their room and tell them to sign it. LB(9) signs it first with "Love LB". Then BB(11) signs it "Love BB - Your favorite son". LB sees what he's written and yanks the blankets over his head and bursts into tears. I'm telling him it's okay and that we'll fix it (all the while giving BB the evil eye). Finally, I work the blankets off his head and tell him "Look. Your Mom didn't say it. BB did. And we all know he's full of crap, right?" And that got him to laugh and they went to bed happy. I told BB we were going to mark that line out and he could tell his Mom what he wrote. Mental note to self: Don't bother getting a card for EW for any kind of holiday. It's not worth the potential trouble. Check.
We were watching some t.v. show the other night and a woman had just had a baby via c-section. I was thinking to myself that a baby all sticky with amniotic fluid must stink to high heaven (like fish, perhaps) but Sweety said that babies fresh from the chute are the best smelling things in the world. I told him I don't think anything smells better than Tiny dog's head and he said fresh baby is 1000 times better than that. I like sniffing babies heads after they've been all lotioned up but I may have to put "getting to sniff a really fresh baby head" on my list of pros about breeding. Maybe I'll just befriend a pregnant woman so I can come to the hospital when she has the loaf.