Bobby is helping me

Bobby wants to help me with this blog. Since he's 3 1/2 years old, his help consists of poking me with a baby bottle brush and leaning on my left arm while I type. Oh, yeah, he also provides 90 % of my material. Baby Jon provides 8%, and husband Jim provides 1%. The other 1% is a scathing criticism of modern American values.

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