See “well, baby…” for a story that roundaboutly includes this exersaucer.
During Babykins' recent well-baby appointment, the pediatrician asked me, “You don't use a walker, do you?”, and at first all I could think was “Huh? Do I look like I need assistance in the form of durable medical supplies?”, but actually, he was just making sure we didn't have any unsafe baby stuff around the house.
Oh, and what does it say about me as a do-it-all working-stiff mom that his six-month well-baby appointment was on his seven-month birthday?
[offstage, crickets chirp]
Obviously, Gmail has some sort of language bot that lets it know which ads to foist. But I can't imagine which of my emails would prompt it to shill to me “How To Kiss A Girl – www.DavidDeAngelo.com – Learn How To Kiss A Girl In A Way That Makes Her Melt In Your Arms”.
Some facts about Twitter:
Twitter users don't tweet, they twit.
As such, Twitter users are twits.
Twitter breeds twit wit.
That should be its motto: Twit wit Twitter.
“Twit wit wit Twitter” works, too.
“Like my new haircut?” I asked Monstro.
“When'd you get your haircut?”
“Last night, when you were asleep.”
“Oh,” he said. “Did I get a haircut, too?”
“Just wondering,” he said.