I was, once again, scarfing down my lunch before Little E awoke from his nap. Like an annoying little nat, Big E was hovering around me, whining. I gave him some pretzel chips in the hope that he would stop whining and let me finish my meal in peace. He put a bunch of chips in his mouth and started chewing away. He was also doing laps around the room. He slipped and fell to the floor. It was a good one, because he actually started crying.
I scooped him up and started trying to console him. He looked me right in the face and at a distance of about three inches took a deep breath and coughed his semi-eaten pretzel chips right into my face. Ugh.
I feel like I am on the parental version of the TV show Fear Factor. The stuff I have endured in the past two years is unimaginable.
The only thing left to do is eat some live bugs. Bring it on, Joe Rogan!