The institutional mouthpiece of Kjel.org

Oh, to know what’s going on in the boy’s head: On a certain afternoon a few days back the Jr. VP decided that he needed to be wearing his Dalmatian Halloween costume. This seemed to put him in the mood to fight, so he trotted over to the cupboard, got out his gloves, and wanted to go. Show me whatchoo got, Daddy!

As the boy soon found out, what I got is that I fight dirty. When you are 2.4 years old there is no defense against a pinch to the neck from Mr. Spock (aka Daddy) followed up with the delivery a severe boy-belly shake. I had him whimpering like a little puppy. At least I didn’t pull his tail — now that would have been really mean.

Memorial Day weekend at the HQ. So much beer and sausage. And cupcakes. Lots of cupcakes. God Bless America and our veterans. In your face, other countries!

The Chief Photographer and the Jr. VP playing behind the HQ. Jr Vp: You mean I can shoot bubbles at the Chief Photographer with my monster bubble gun and make the monster bite him? Sign me up. And why is this insane man eating the bubbles?

Did I mention that we had cupcakes? Who would have guessed that the boy would love them so? If only his mouth was a little bigger, he could eat them the same way Daddy does: in one bite, frosting side first. Good effort though.

This is from earlier in the day when the boys were horsing around in the HQ. Literally: this is the Jr. VP riding the “Daddy-horse” as he calls it. The Daddy-horse usually bucks pretty quickly, since the Daddy-horse’s knees don’t really appreciate this particular game. Daddy’s ribs and back aren’t especially fond of this one either; Stinkboy is not really what you would call “delicately put together” or even “within his proper weight range” right now.

At least the lad wasn’t wearing spurs.