I was at work for three hours yesterday, when I got a phone call. Seemed Sarah had a nasty stomach virus, and Asher wasn't exactly feeling terrific. So, I got back on the subway, went home, and played with the kid while Sarah retired to bed. Below, are a few of the random thoughts that I had during the course of the day:

- How the hell did Asher manage to spit up into his own ear?

- Why do 90% of our children's books have some sort of barnyard animal theme?

- Feetree. That's a cool name. Why didn't I date anyone named Feetree when I was younger?