You, my fine readers, were not much help in coming up with a new nickname for Stat Boy (although he and I did get the biggest kick out of Party of Eight's offering of Uncle Rico). The boy no longer thinks Stat Boy best represents who he is. Apparently, it's just too nerdy. Whatever. Solution: let him choose his own moniker. He's happy with being referred to as JayP. I'll play along, but it sounds just as nerdy to me.
Lil' Wingnut is growing up and breaking my heart. The little man, who once burst into tears at the thought of one day leaving me, found another woman. She was the runner-up winner on Wipeout(our cold-blooded kids love that show) last evening. A cute little blond hussy named Tiffany. He actually said she was prettier than me and then in a pathetic offering to me said, "Sorry about that, Mom." He still has no intention of leaving my house. He's just going to bring that other woman into my house. Yeah, that's going to work. I've got my eye on you, Tiffany.