Well, my darling man has departed for his 9 a.m. interview. I hope he does well, and doesn't drive himself nuts worrying, as he is wont to do. Dear one, if you get the job, fine, if you don't, also fine. something will come along.

Our son officially thinks he is a dog. He is still sleeping on the dog bed, and I'm giving serious thought to putting it in his room and just saying hell with it. He likes it, I have no real objection to him sleeping on it, so WTF? Last night he went to sleep at ten, and woke up around 12:30, just as we were going to bed. He was very mommified when he woke up, so I figured he would come to bed with us. He did for a while, laid in the middle just like sissy, but then he kept yelling out "I wan go bayud!" I kept thinking (and asking him) what do you think this is? finally he said in a very calm, sweet voice, "dad?" Dwayne-"yes?"
"I wanna go bed."
Dwayne said ok, so Thaddeus got out of our bed, went to the dog bed, and went back to sleep.

What are we gonna do with that kid?