Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Imagine that you are 2 years old.
You are having a nightmare about whatever goes on in the subconscious of a 2 year old...poopy diapers...spiders...biting...broccoli...world hunger...who knows.
Now imagine that you manage to wake up and find yourself safe in your poop (hopefully) and spider free bed.
You rub your eyes and take a look around your room to make sure that everything is really okay.
But then you notice this sitting atop your bookshelf and realize that it wasn't a dream at all...your parents really are horrible and crazy!
We moved Hulk into our room last night after Max asked us very politely if we could "put Hulk to sale." When I woke up this morning I was a little bit freaked out.