Teddy did go to bed breathing. He came home and found a baby praying mantis and got very cute about taking care of it. Strong Paternal instincts. I decided to let him grow and test out those instincts if for no other reason than I WANT him to know the joy of trying to understand a 7 year old boy.
Dear God, please, the Steelers can lose every game, I'll never win the lottery, Ted will never, ever learn that decent people don't wear white socks with dark pants and shoes, but please, let me live long enough to hear Teddy say, "Jesus, what is this kid thinking?!!" Then I can die happy.