People,

Last night we Brendo, myself and Ladybetrothed headed out to spend some time with Scamper Kool Keith, Alena the Rockmaster and their new bundle of joy, Jason Bo-Bason Banana-Nana Fo-Fason.

Now, folks, this kid is damn cute. He's five months and change and just adorable. When Sarah saw him I swear to god it was like watching a junkie take a fix. Her eyes lit up, she started breathing a little heavier and lost all rational control of thought, believing that we should have one right NOW.

Anyway, little Jason was very cute, but also real tired and just not in the mood for two dudes who make a lot of noise and a lady who keeps pretending she's eating his hand. The boy was tired.

Of course, his tiredness didn't matter to us. We demanded to see how he can balance himself, how he likes "the flying game" and how he likes being handled by the prying hands of the likes of us.

In short, he didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. And so the crying and the bedtime came to be.

Oh well, I hope he got a better night sleep than I did.