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It's Monday and I can't think of anything even half-way clever to write, as if I write something clever everytime I'm faced with Moveable Type's "Create New Entry" page. Since there will be no cleverness or wittiness here today, I'm going to make up for it by sacrificing my pride and telling you about something that happened last week, something my dad happened to find very amusing, and something which I couldn't talk about without turning bright red and giggling. Are you intrigued?

When we came up to Salem, we couldn't be bothered to bring Henry's changing table. This means whenever we change him, we do it on the floor. Last week I brought him to his little changing pad, plopped him down, squatted, and proceeded to take off his diaper. Squatting is a position that happens to be very conducive to tooting, which is exactly what I did. Loudly. In response, Henry stopped squirming, looked at me, stuck out his tongue, and blew an equally resonant raspberry.