Forgive my radio silence over here, but a nasty little bug hath descended upon the digestive tract of my middle child, rendering me impressed at the sheer volume of fluids one small, 25 pound human can contain.
Bravo, my son. And thanks for the organic butt-kick back into Lent.
I’ll see you all on the other side.
Don’t look at me, Mother. You’re the one who leaves me at that filthy daycare at the gym.