My little girl had her birthday on Tuesday. She turned 20, or, in the Robinson Family time zone, like, 13. I tell you this because I think it was half knowing she would grow up with her father not knowing her Mama had a blog -- well, it tore me apart. So, it was for the good of the children.
It's funny, you never know what kind of things you're capable of before you become a parent.
Also, while I'm in the parental zone: Boy, if you're reading this -- knock that shit off. You're gonna get struck by lightning. Or go cross-eyed. Or something.