**Before you do anything, go read this post from Cablegirl over at her place, 42. It is fantastic and I’ve been thinking of attacking the same book-banning, uber-Christian psychopaths for a while now, but I’m still reading the book in question and have not felt qualified.**

Okay, now that we got that out there, APRF, I want you all to know, has developed the magical ability of knowing exactly when I enter the room so that he can greet me with a, “Hey Kowie” before I get even six inches into the door. I really have no idea how he is capable of this, but today I left the room to go to the bathroom and check one of the kids’ mailboxes and the minute I stepped through 101’s threshold his little voice piped, “Hey Kowie, look what I made! A caw!”

He hadn’t even turned his little head, although if he had I would not have been shocked if it had looked something like this:

It scares me that this child has the knowledge of my presence down to that much of a science. He doesn’t even need to see me to know that I am there. And knowing that I’m there is like painting a giant neon target right on each of my eardrums. I swear, I get bombarded with over sixty forty hundred (this is Squirt and Trout’s equivalent of “a lot”) “hey Kowie“s every minute. Half the time it’s not even anything good. Seriously, I totally wouldn’t mind the mind numbingly repetetive “Hey Kowie” if it was followed by something along the lines of, “I’ve discovered a practical purpose for quantum physics!” or “I’ve been pondering the meaning of life and I have the answer for you right here!”
No, no, usually it something like, “Hey Kowie, I have to pee. Is it clean up time aftew I pee?”
“Yeah, I think it will be APRF.”
“Oh…well, I don’t have to pee.”
“Dude, you just told me you had to pee. I’m going to ask you to clean up regardless. I’ll wait till after you pee.”
“But Kowie, but, but,but….my penis changed its mind!”

I mean, I’ve always heard they have a mind of their own, but now, I have testimony from the source!