M has been in California this past week, but he's coming home today. Even the kids are getting tired of eating breakfast for dinner. We had Hunter, Celia, and Beth up for the weekend and had a fun time with them. Beth and I kicked some 10 year-old-boy butt at badminton, and I even made a fire in the firepit without the help of a big, strapping, man. I may break out the DeWalt today and drill some holes in the walls. Or maybe I'll scratch my balls and watch a war show on the History Channel.

H's teacher told me of a funny exchange last week. Apparently, there is a kid at his school who goes into the bathroom and poops on the floor rather frequently. The teacher was telling the kindergarteners to be on the lookout and to come find a teacher so they can stop the perpetrator. H raised his hand.

"Don't you mean to poop-etrator?"