Just when I decided another day was going to go by with nothing new to write about. Just when I decided that I was either going to post a the picture my husband took in Chinatown of a 5 lb. bucket of duck sauce that he was found sitting near some cat carriers (oh how I wish he said it was a lie, but no) or the picture I took at the craft store of black hearts with pink skulls in them stickers (Claudia and I thought they were cool, Ian said they were stupid) I overheard this conversation between my children.
“It is sort of like a satellite for his penis.”
“Yeah. I think you are right.”
I think I am going to have to rewind this episode of “Special Agent Oso” again because I definitely missed the part about the penis satellite.