Today was Evergreen's Homecoming parade and carnival and I planned to go down and help Mom twist (she was there in clown), but the idea to take Laurel along backfired because she didn't understand that the bouncy inflatable rides were too crowded for her to join in on and she head-butted Himself so hard it knocked it glasses off.
We took her home after that, but not before some random nearby person (I'm assuming one of the non-staff/parent "outside" coaches because I know everyone that works at the high school and most of the parents) tried to relieve him of holding Laurel after he doubled over from the pain and lectured us on how he had taken harder hits than that and never reacted like it hurt. The guy looked like he could take a hit with a two-by-four and still be able to cold-cock his opponent, but we double over in pain and make noise when a hard toddler head hits one of us rapid-fire between the eyes and briefly blinds us. Also, I'm not comfortable with complete strangers grabbing at my little burrito.

On a TMBG note, we're pre-ordering our copy of Bed, Bed, Bed this weekend. Hooray for mildly off children's books, since I'm debating buying Amphigorey and Amphigorey Too since I scored Amphigorey Also a few weeks ago for $6 on clearance at a bookstore (a chain one, but I received a gift card to it for my birthday). It always cracks me up to read Eloise book reviews on Amazon and see how many people get righteously indignant instead of laughing; double for the reviews of Shel Silverstein's Who Wants a Cheap Rhinoceros?. If the latter merkins read more, they would have known he was a satirist and published in Playboy long before he wrote children's books. I only aspire to have a career like that.