My older son asked if I wanted to be a problogger, and stay at home and write on my blog about, get this,...."feelings."
It said it with the intonation of an 8 year old - "Ew, you touched a giirrrl."
Not only that, he went on: "Do you want to be a prologger, and stay at home and write on your blog about feeeliinnnggs, and hope that maybe someday someone might care enough to one day like it?"
Man, you gotta love kids. Share the love brother, share the love.
Oh, and by the way, he has decided he wants me to call him Paris, not older son.