A friend at my office just stopped me to see if I was OK. The worry is showing.

Tell Mommy to make sure those bitchy nurses are treating my little friend right. They do not want to deal with the Wrath of the Evil Sisterhood.

Now...how many jumping, singing, farting, dancing wind up toys can I accumulate in a week and fit into one large USPS box?
Or maybe I should wait and see what the Wonder Boy would like.

Decisions Decisions