Last night, when I was reading through here, I heard breathing behind me. My 11-year-old was snooping. He read the story of my unfortunate soap-grating event, then promptly went in the kitchen and grated the rest of the bar in a fervor. In no time, the floor was decorated festively with little yellow curls, but there was also a good-sized pile on the plate. It has been confirmed, my 11-year-old son is stronger than me. Or smarter. Or both.
When he returned to snooping, he asked "Why are you still Eggs4sale on here?" "Because I have no imagination, honey. And I can't figure out how to put an avatar on this site, so the only thing I've been able to do is put that." referring to the sick guy. Then we both saw the "Lush who can't use a cheese grater" title, and, this may seem strange, but I think he's proud. I'm hoping he doesn't tell strangers in the grocery store.
I'm thinking bumper stickers.
T-shirts.
Onesies.
Football uniforms.