1. Behold, Fort Chewbacca! The Jr. VP also refers to it as Fort Mulkie. The VP is in charge of naming it, not me. He can call it whatever he wants.

Nothing like taking some blankets and a small tent and creating a “fort” in the living room. The Jr VP spent last night defending it from all sorts of attacks from Daddy and the AK. It remains standing; me and the Intern are still probing for weaknesses and should have this thing defeated soon. Our siege engine should be completed any day now, and we are just now finding the range with our catapults.

2. When I picked up the boys from ’school’ today the owner made me sign a document acknowledging that they had informed me of an injury the AK sustained earlier in the day. Apparently the little dude got too excited and ran off some stairs, planting his face into the corner of a wall at the bottom. He had a big bump on his forehead and a black eye, but he seemed fine otherwise. The daycare ladies seemed more upset than I thought neccesary, so I have a feeling that the injury itself was worse than they let on. The Jr. VP backs me up on this one: he says that there was quite a bit of blood involved, but the ladies at school didn’t mention that. Not sure who to believe on this one. Probably the ladies — the VP can be quite a storyteller at times.

3. There are coyotes that routinely move around in the woods behind our house — I heard them again today when I got home from work. Coyotes have a very distinctive call, and it drives the neighborhood dogs absolutely batshit insane. Are coyotes dangerous? The woods I am talking about come right up to our back yard, and my kids like to play in the back yard. Can a coyote eat a 4-year-old? I might set some traps out just in case. Anybody need a coyote pelt?

4. At certain times the Jr. VP decides he is no longer human and can only speak in “puppy”. Oddly enough, “puppy” can be either English or Spanish, but must be spoken in the following convention: “Ruff ruff, Daddy, ruff, turn on the, ruff, ruff, TV. Ruff”. Similarly “Ruff, ruff, neccesito comer, ruff, ruff.” He will not listen unless you respond in kind. The ‘word’ Ruff has been said quite a few times at the HQ in recent days. Ruff ruff, I’m tired, ruff, of this game! Jr. doesn’t care.