Today I...

Went to lunch with mom and dad to La Parilla, dad's favorite Mexican restaurant. Mom doesn't like it so much, and used a word to describe it that I must learn. I've heard her yell that same word before when she needs to change my nappy.

I tried some chips and salsa. Or rather I tried some vicariously, as filtered through mom's lactation system. I [heart] chips and salsa.

I also met a nice little boy...oops, no...that's a girl. With a mullet. Still, she's cute. Our conversation went something like this:

Hey honey, want to come over later? I'll show you my newly formed belly button, and you bring that Kentucky waterfall of yours!

Drop dead!

The only thing that will be dropping around here, kid, is this diaper. Cause I just peed myself.

That is all...