We were bound to pass this threshold eventually. Give a kid a bathtub full of water, with his only rules being don’t stand up in the bathtub and keep the water in the bathtub, and it was re...
If my Rubber Ducky can tolerate a bit of back-and-forth brainstorming banter during our regularly scheduled bonding ritual, then float me that purple bathtub crayon and let’s get to writing!...
The lack of dirt and grime, the pleasant, post-shower aroma, the generally squeaky-clean feeling – of course … it all seemed so obvious now! How silly of me to think that merely a bunch of random ...
Look at me. Not at her. Or even at that furry, little kitten over in the corner. Just at me … you jerk. Now that I have your “attention,” tell me – just who the hell do you think you are, Mr. ...