I received a communique last night from Pooper*: the Little Poop has arrived and is in fine form; Mrs. Pooper is A-OK too. In classic Pooptarian fashion, the happy news was conveyed two and a half weeks after the fact. Some things never change.

*The Jr. VP has a foul enough mouth as it is. He does not need to see his daddy use a naughty word to refer to the Chief Academic. Readers can (and should) make any substitutions they deem warranted in the above text.