Bea and I went to a party at Jonah‘s house this afternoon, and sure enough, some guy ended up on the floor with his pants full of pee.
Of course, that guy’s age is measured in months, not years or decades, and that seems to be the road we’re on.
Not that I mean that Bea and I are currently on that road, but a lot of our friends are. And that is far from a bad thing. I’ll say this about others as I’m sure they’ll say it about me: it really is great to see your friends mature. And getting the opportunity to see their kids grow up? Even better.
It’s so comforting to see good people create more good people – it gives me hope.
Hahah! It’s fun when they start staggering into walls with poop and vomit on them too. They are like little alcoholics.