While standing in the checkout line at IKEA, have your adorable 20 month-old son stand behind you, clinging to your pant legs and playing Peek-a-Boo with the lady behind you while he has a huge grin on his face and giggles uncontrollably, sporadically burying his face in your thigh.
Try to ignore the fact that his forehead is in deadly striking distance. Your wife is pregnant with your second child, you don't really need those anymore anyway.
Do NOT, under any circumstance, make eye contact with said lady since she will most likely return her gaze from whence it came; and that can be awkward for both of you.
If you don't happen to have an adorable 20 month-old son handy at an opportune moment, I got nuthin' for ya.
Do I have to keep mentioning you in my STHTTMML??? Thanks for the laugh, you're wicked. Nuthin'? How about ICE CUBES? Oh no, that wouldn't work the same way... Would it?
Posted by: Linda | Tuesday, 03 January 2006 at 03:42 PM