Bewareofchildrenbearingbigbrains.Andevenbiggermouths.

Just got the kids to bed and now can’t remember why I wanted them there. I think I was going to work on something. The nonprofit organization I’ve been advising now and then wrote and offered me a five-month gig, so that at least looks like it will help me limp along for a while. Oh, and I get to build a Yurok sweat house out of toothpicks and dandelions with Logan this week. Hopefully I can pass the dugout canoe off to Gil on his nights.

We chatted about these and other delightful topics while snuggled on the couch, watching “Life of Mammals” for the zillionth time. I slid in between Daphne and Logan just as the segment on Smilodons started ("There is no such thing as a saber-toothed tiger; they are actually saber-toothed cats."). There was big drama as the alpha male was challenged by a pair of brothers from South Philly. They of course chased him off, set about killing the young, and making passes at the females. The girls resisted out of loyalty to their former baby-daddy, but I guess after a while even a stranger with a mullet starts looking okay.

So, of course, with my five and nine year olds gathered in my lap, they mated.

Logan observed, “That was a pretty fast mate.”

“It doesn’t take long, I guess.”

“Yeah, well, you would know...” he grinned.

“Thank you. Thank you very much.”

where the hell is SpongeBob? *click* *click* *click*
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