The Pleasures of Parenthood

Since my son got up around an hour ago, our conversation has covered the total awesomeness of The Doors' The End, LOTR as a motif of nuclear war and (at great length) how nerds all over the world are secretly preparing for the Zombie Apocalypse. Now he's gone off to play "Ghost Town."

I love my kids, but right now I need kittens or non-evil bunnies. Oh, and I think the inevitability of a Zombie Apocalypse is a lousy reason for not bothering to repaint the downstairs bathroom. But then I'm not 19.