I suppose I should first apologize to my family who is reading this and thinking that I’m announcing that my wife and I are pregnant. Actually I’m talking about our Daughter’s booty. For some reason as we were sitting at the dinner table tonight she spun around (she sits on a bar stool) and pushed her butt out to mommy. She proceeded to say that her booty was a nice girl and we should be nice to it. What really cracked us up was when her booty started talking to mommy going as far as calling mommy by her first name! Her booty was tired of holding it’s breath from where Littlefoot was sitting on it . . . I’m telling ya, there are times the attention my daughter gives to some thought processes that really frighten me . . .