We went with my mom to the eye doctor today and he was obsessed with the number 1 on the exam room door and kept saying it was at the end of the depth of the universe. And some something I couldn't even understand about black holes and. . . kick ball, maybe?
But the thing above all that must be passed along that he told me at lunch (for no reason whatsoever, that I can surmise) is:
Little boys are NOT beds.
Which they certainly are not.
Maybe he just fits in well in the family. He obviously comes by some of his weirdness honestly... but I am not setting aside my toad theory just yet.