I’m taking a break from watching my 7 y.o. play “Sly Cooper” and watching the baby dance as she tries to imitate the hero on the screen as he jumps, bounces, trounces, skips, and hops. It was pretty funny.

For my break I came in the office to add a movie to my Netflix queue. I’m always thinking of new movies to add (there’s something around 150 on my list already) and if I don’t do it while I’m thinking about it, well, you know how that goes.

Um, what was I saying again? Oh yeah, I came to the office for a minute.

My baby came in and handed me my wine glass. Okay, “glass” in that it holds liquid. It’s a kids cup from Olive Garden from three years ago (Ollie is looking pretty faint after so many trips through the dishwasher) and you don’t want to drink from the side that the dog chewed on – that’s the dribble side.

Yeah, I’m a classy guy. And I have a two year old cocktail waitress. With an attitude.