Kjel.org got sandwiches and went to the park today for lunch. The Jr. VP got his standard Sub: white bread, ham, cheddar, and olives. No other topping or condiment. He devoured it. We played and ran, then we came home to watch baseball. 2/3 of Kjel.org is currently napping, and then this evening the CFO’s brother is coming over with a pizza. A pretty calm normal Sunday. If only Stinkboy knew that it was the last of it’s breed. Sad in a way, but by one week from today his world is going to be an entirely different place, and he seems to really like the place as it is right now.
The theoretical “baby brother!” that he talks about and points to in the CFO’s belly (and yells It’s OK! We’re gonna get you out soon!)to even is going to become reality. Is he ready for it? No way to tell. My gut feeling is that he’ll be fine, especially since there are decent odds that Tank will end up being a miniature version of Jr. There would be absolutely nothing at all wrong with that in my book. Aside from the head-butts. If Tank is different in that respect I would be OK with it.
