The Simple Things

For Christmas a relative gave the kid a whack-a-mole game.

Today, I caught the 3 year old using his genitalia for a mallet.
Betcha never saw that one coming Auntie Jennifer.

Whose idea...?

Yup. Me. Out in public dressed in a poorly fitting superhero costume. Not especially flattering. Gotta have a long talk with the costume gal on this film. I don't feel real good about this one.
Nope.
Not so much.
That's the husband in the background pretending he doesn't know me.

By any other name...

Bad day at work.
I comfort myself with the knowledge that, at least, my last name is not Pickle.
That'd suck.
At least I think it would.