I remember my mom telling me what a booger I could be when I was a baby. Once, in a fit of redeeming laughter, she told my wife that a baby boy’s main function is to destroy everything you own, and that all you can do is sit and watch this amazing force of destruction make his way into every corner of your material world, and dissect it into bits and pieces. I think she gets a kick out of watching her baby boy fall victim to a baby boy of his own.
…as my father-in-law was packing the cooler this morning, it was decided that if even one Ice House had to be removed to make room for the dessert, the dessert would just have to stay.