Mark Your Calenders!

     I kissed my wife’s belly a few days ago and the baby kicked me right in the mouth.  Bad baby!  As soon as this kid comes out, he is going straight to time-out. Oh, the picture above is not my wife.  It's a little creepy, eh?  Other than that little story, there is not much new to report.  It has been kind of a boring month as far as this baby is concerned.  All the cool stuff like the forming of internal organs and getting alien-like 3D ultrasounds is over and now the baby is just leeching off mom like a parasite until November.  Boooooring.      Speaking of Buddhism, we went to a Chinese restaurant last week and after the meal I cracked open my fortune cookie and this is what it read (sorry, you may have to zoom in):

     We took that to mean that God has providentially revealed to us the due date for our baby.  Mark the calendars kids, because it looks like November 6^th will be the day our bundle of trouble enters this world, or as my so-called “friends” have said, it will mark the coming of the apocalypse.

     Speaking of the different roles mothers and fathers play in a child’s life, I found this very amusing cartoon representing mom's and dad's different perspectives of their child's injuries.  

     Speaking of ending this boring post, I am done.