Chronicling the noteworthy (?) bits of my life, which include but are not limited to:
Ridiculous things the Dictator does
The way these things affect my sanity
My general emotional instability (especially when it comes to fictional characters)
Open adoption
W(h)ine
Following
When I’m putting the Dictator to bed, I often tickle her forearms to help her relax. Tonight she was finally settling in (after an impressive display of her physical and vocal strength), when she turned to me and asked, “Mama? May you please tickle my foreskin?”
It took three tries and some immature snorts from me to realize that the Dictator was asking if I wanted to decorate a gingerbread man.
Quite different.
I hope he waits until I get home from this conference before starting any sexercise.
