These days there’s almost always a string of drool hanging down from Squirmy’s chin.  Although it makes snuggles and kisses a bit slobbery for my personal taste, I know that someday soon all that drool will disappear and then I’ll miss having a drooling baby, so I embrace it each…

Me:  What do you think I should be when I grow up? The Banana:  I think you would make a great fireman. Me:  What do you think Daddy should be when he grows up? The Banana:  Maybe it would work out for him to be a grocery store worker.