Tonight, while I was reading Rakes "If You Give A Moose A Muffin" before he went to bed, I noticed he was unusually quiet.
I chalked it up to the late hour, him waking up at 6 this morning, and all the planets were aligned and it was going to be a quiet night.
As I finished the book, he giggled, looked up at me, and uttered the following:
"Dad. Look at my ear inside my ear".
It's going to take a small miracle for him not to appear in an episode of "Jackass" someday.
Thoughts While Trying to Ignore the Blow Out
4 hours ago