Another Typical Day of Oddity at the McClain's

I'm not sure who is being abused here. It looks pretty awful for both parties, doesn't it? Certainly though, for anyone who's ever been to my house, or within forty feet of my dog, then you have fallen victim to this type of attention and know that 50% of this party of two is enjoying this immensely and that the awkwardness is really only falling to one party of this duo. You would also understand why Bryon and I only have one child, as intimacy understandably a problem for a couple who is constantly having to brush their teeth to be close to one another. Bryon, I love you babe, but your breath is bad enough without it being compromised by something that licks it's own butt.

Is it also wrong that 45/46ths (isn't it fun to use random fractions?) of our day is spent tickling our child's tickle 'pots (that's "spots" for those of you who use the letter "s")? You see, Collin is absurdly ticklish in all the usual places and he thinks that while he sleeps, the tickle fairy potentially comes into his room and rearranges or steals his tickle 'pots. Where, oh where could he get such an idea? It couldn't be from his mother who enjoys the sound of his laughter so much that she invented such a wonderful fairy. So, it's our job as parents to test out whether they are still working properly at random intervals throughout the day. Alas, if he doesn't laugh hard enough, the tickle 'pots need "repair," and retesting immediately.

Oh, and why yes, my kid's shirt is on backwards and inside out. Want to make something of it?

At least he put it back on after he went poop. That's right, I said, after he went poop. Does anyone else's child poop in the buff? It's a new thing for him. New as in, this week. He's suddenly got a naked poop fetish. He's pretty convinced that if he doesn't take all of his clothes off, they will instantly become soiled. I'm kind of letting the whole thing go and hoping this too shall pass, but it's decidedly weird.