Morning, y’all. No bleeding or spews here, but we had a piddle-puddle. If it’s not one thing, it’s another!
This morning I got a recitation of “George Washington’s Cows” from Vlad, the astounding polysyllabic 3-year-old. “Ob-, obs-, obsequious!” Before coffee. I guess he can start college, now that he’s toilet trained.
That's pretty much what it took for me. That, and having devoured a library or two.