People,

Highlight of my weekend?

Ladybetrothed Sarah and I, being the socialites we are, put on our fancy duds Saturday afternoon and headed out for an Air Force officer commissioning party. True story. Sarah's friend Becky has hitched her wagon to the Air Force in exchange for the Air Force funding her medical education. I asked if the Air Force would fund my always burgeoning gambling addiction in exchange for one weekend a year, but they said no dice.

Anyway, it was kind of a stiff affair, and by that I mean a small group of adults who I was expected to make conversation with. Not my strong suit. I prefer large gatherings of strangers who expect no interaction from me at all. Oh well.

Fortunately, Becky's three year old daughter was also there. Now folks, if I have a demographic that I can always count on, it is the three year olds. So I broke out the patented Welsh tickle fingers and went to work. Instant success.

Five minutes later, after much chasing through the house, I had said three year old cornered in her rocking chair and the tickling began in earnest. Huge laughs, until this happened:

"ha ha ha ha hhaaaah hhha aha ahaha hha hhhaaa ha ah aha ha ahaha aha ha (Face suddenly becomes very serious) I have to go Potty. Mommy!"

At this point she jumped up and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Joe Welsh, keeping toddlers regular since 2005.