Sometimes things are unicorns made of baby laughter and narwals swimming through skittles, sometimes things are just a poonami of craptacular proportions. Sometimes the normal lexicon just isn't enough.
Bean asks if we are going running almost every morning. We bundle him up, heat up a rice warmer and get him all snuggly in the stroller and we're off. He also regularly tries to put on my running shoes. I'm so proud right now.