
This is why you shouldn't expect children from us. I get too much joy out of them running in terror from things. Maybe that's the whole point of parenthood though. I seem to recall my father pretending to throw our toys out the window of the truck when we went for drives. I also seem to recall that stopping after one of us burst into tears. I'd like to say it was Becky, but I have a haunting suspicion it was me.
In other news, it was very hot the other day. Ninety two degrees to be exact. That's 33 degrees Celsius for you cool folk. Ninety just sounds BIGGER. It's the American way. Or the Texan way. I don't even know. Likely just the Fahrenheit way.
Other news: I am going to the zoo shortly. I will post again after!