Managed to get, like, fifteen errands run on the way home from work today, which has me feeling Awesomely Productive and Ready to Face the World… just in time to get home and have little left to do other than take out the garbage and wait for the boy to go to bed so that MLW and I can watch Walking Dead tonight. Right now I’m sitting on the couch typing this on the iPad while cycling through Sesame Street YouTube videos for the boy.

Full episodes don’t really do it for him anymore; it’s easier to select one of the few dozen songs we have in our YouTube history and watch it a dozen times, then insist that it’s time for “different singers.” Now, “different singers” could mean anything, but the one thing that “different singers” does not mean is the video you think it does. And he doesn’t seem to know what “yeah” means, either.

“Do you want to watch Elmo’s song?”

“Yeah!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!”

“So I can play Elmo’s song. And you’re sure that’s the one you want to watch.”

“Yes.”

Daddy begins to play Elmo’s song. Screaming ensues. “DIFFERENT SINGERS!”

Ah, so… not that one, then. Rinse, wash, and repeat… forever. Even if he specifically requests something by name you can’t assume that he actually wants to watch that. It’s a ruse.

Speaking of ruses: He’s decided he likes Archer, of all the goddamn things in the world, which may make us the greatest parents in the known universe but probably actually makes us the worst parents in the world. Fun fact: the first season of Archer was on a loop while MLW was in labor. For many, many hours.

The nurses had absolutely no idea what to do with us.