Last night Jed was complaining to me about how horrible his week is going to be.
1. He has to watch a baby be born.
2. He has to cut the umbilical cord which creeps him out.
3. He has to be present for a circumcision (he already learned the lesson of not watching this one).
My response, "Yeah, YOUR week is going to be real rough." It's not like I have to give birth or anything.
Then I had a laughing fit remembering a hike we took at Thomas Stone National Historic Site. Little Guy was in the hiking backpack on Jed's back. Jed ended up falling into a small creek almost up to his waist. When he climbed up the other side of the creek, Little Guy was exclaiming how his boots *almost* got wet to Jed, who was wet from his upper thigh, down to his toes.