Poor Squiggle Bug doesn’t know what to think. Mom and Daddy are taking box after box of stuff, some of it his, out the door and coming back in without it to get yet more boxes to take out. He’s stuck with Grandma while this is going on too, so he can’t help Daddy. He had an absolute meltdown yesterday and My brother had to come and hold him for about a half an hour to calm him down and get him to take a nap. At two and almost a half, Squiggle Bug doesn’t understand what’s going on. We love you, Squiggle Bug! It’s going to be okay.
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.