Sometimes raising boys is a great pleasure.
Like when little Sam had an imaginary hermaphroditic friend. Kaner got his/her own ornament on the Christmas tree in back in '06.
But then, sometimes it's not as much fun.
Like last week, when I found my five-year-old son using my favorite houseplant as a toilet.
I'm not sure if its now imminent demise can be attributed to the urine, or to the sunscreen he sprayed on it the week before, but either way:
go toward the light, little umbrella plant. I hate to see you suffer so.
I do believe that hearing stories of your children's uncivilized, destructive, immoral, sacrilegious, and possibly feral or felonious behaviors will comfort me at this time.