One day Toodler Mojo decided to sleep late. Recently Toddler Mojo had been filled with mucus; the pack of snails had indeed bum rushed this helpless toddler and turned him into a slimy and angry little man. He needed to sleep late. However, upstairs my wife said, ‘sweetie, can you come up here?’
Guys know that tone of voice. That tone of voice either says, please come here and explain what you’ve done or there is a genuine problem here. Continue reading Doctor Dad and the cyclopean Venus Flytrap toddler