Squiggle Bug definitely loves me, as much as a two-year-old can, that is. He takes me by the finger and leads me into Grandma’s living room saying, “Pay twucks. Pay twucks.” That means I lie down on my side on the floor so we can watch cartoons, and we play with his little cars on the city street play carpet that I got him. In between, he likes to use me to bounce off of, stand on top of, climb over, jump on, and slide down (because I’m a little overweight and my gut serves as a good slide, I guess). I always take my glasses off before we “Play Trucks”, as not to have to get my replacement pair from the Veteran’s Administration a mere few days after receiving my new prescription lenses in the mail and getting them adjusted. That kid wears me out, but he’s definitely worth it, haha! I can’t wait until he’s old enough to climb!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
