Here are some thoughts for you, to help you transition into the weekend.
- If you are going to eat a whole package of pumpkin seeds (aka "salty fiber bombs") you just need to be prepared for the eventual, how shall we say it..."outcome". Remember the old SNL commercial for colon blow? 'Nuff said.
- When you have a burial at sea for a beloved pet, and your seven year old says "I want to flush" seriously consider how he's gonna feel after he's done it and realized he's the one who actually made it go down the drain. Junior was sad about Mike the Fish's demise, but he sobbed a bit after he physically flushed him. Sure, he wanted to do it, asked if he could, but I don't think it occurred to us how we'd feel as we watched Mike the Fish whoosh away.
- I'm a big believer in being straightforward with Junior, so he's aware of some things that I don't feel like trying to explain away. Thus, he's now got a good understanding of what's going to happen to Phantom when he gets neutered. And he made the appropriate guy noises at the news. (Of course, a short while later he asked "When is Phantom getting his tonsils removed?" "Not his tonsils, honey, his testicles." [insert moaning noise here]
- Speaking of Phantom, he has mastered understanding his name, responding to the "come" and "sit" commands, and will actually sit patiently for 10 or more seconds. Thank you, clicker training! This weekend I'm going to try to train him to draw me a bubble bath.
- Man, now I'm craving more pumpkin seeds. You see what you do to me?
