Pregnant women only give birth inside elevators on sitcoms, right? At least that's what I was telling myself as I was on a very crowded, very slow (to the point where people wondered if it was broken) elevator with a very pregnant woman on Tuesday. She acknowledged after the fact that it was an "anxiety-incuding" situation. Fortunately nothng else was induced.
You know it's spring break when within just a few hours after school lets out, your kid is alredy bored. My poor seven-year-old was especially cranky on the first day of spring break. So I put my arms around her and said, "I'm going to hug the crankiness out of you." She responded, "Daddy, you're hugging more crankiness in me!"
I took the week off to hang out with the family for spring break, and we sneaked out to the Texas Hill Country for a couple of days. Rather than bore you with obligatory vacation stories, I'll just show you a picture of my 17-month-old sitting next to a giant stuffed bear outside a toy store and a photo of the outhouse where President Lyndon Baines Johnson went potty as a little boy:
Okay, bear with me (slight pun intended) for one more spring break vacation photo. My brother in another state occasionally hangs out with a daschund (don't ask), so I snapped a picture of this amusing welcome mat in his honor:
I wonder if my older daughter has a future in advertising. After eating pizza one day, she drew this (but I'm a little worried about the drink which includes chocolate chips and pepperoni-flavored bits):
What part of the fish does the loin come from?
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