The past 24 hours have been madness I tell you, madness. I have a plate and it's full, but there's more stuff piling on top of it. Work has been, and will be, frenetic for the foreseeable future. I'm woefully behind editing my home videos (thus incurring the wrath and scorn of both sides of my family). I have a half dozen things that I've written, but can't seem to carve out the time (and truthfully the energy) to finish them. What I really need is about three Red Bulls and half a day with no responsibilities--work, parenting or otherwise--to get caught up.
WonderWife™ is currently out a girls' night--an event only slightly more rare than a sighting of Halley's Comet. While the house is quiet, and the kids are asleep, I'm taking the opportunity to get some of this stuff done. But it would be wrong of me to ignore you guys whilst I cross things off of my to do list, so I present you this exchange between the Bean and me:
WonderWife™: The Bean only gets one story tonight.
DGB: Oh yeah? (turning to the kid) So what did you do?
The Bean: I did something naughty.
DGB: Like what?
The Bean: I said...um...I said (trails off incoherently).
DGB: You said what?
The Bean: (hesitating) Poo...
DGB: You said "poopy"?*
The Bean: (relief) Yes! I said (pause) "poopy".
DGB: You know, when you're telling me the bad word you said, it's okay to say it.
*I know that on the scale of bad words, "poopy" ranks near the bottom next to "drat" and "shoot". But you gotta draw the line somewhere. "Poopy", when used properly, is like a gateway curse.