Today I babysat for the adorable three-year-old, Beckett.
We were playing in the living room and then all of the sudden he froze up and said…
– I can’t walk anymore! My knee… Oh… I can’t walk.
[he frankensteins it over to the couch and lays down.]
– Beckett, buddy, you okay?
– No.
– What’s the matter?
– My stomach is making my knee hurt.
– Hmmm… Well… Do you think dinosaur tattoos and macaroni and cheese would make it feel better?
– Yes.
They did make him feel better… immediately. Of course.
wull hay. 
mac and cheese always makes me feel better. It a cure all.
p.s. I had Starbucks java chip ice cream the other day and I wanted you to be there real bad. Robert didnt understand the joy that comes from orgasmic ice cream.