Scene: Harriet�s bedroom. Harriet is lying in bed in the throes of death with the flu. She�s probably moaning softly with self-pity while she pretends not to be watching a home makeover show on HGTV.

AJ: (runs into the room naked from the waist down). Hi, Mommy. I went potty!
Harriet: Where are your pants?
AJ: I�ll go put them on.
Harriet: That�s a good idea. In the future, you need to put them on before you leave the bathroom.
AJ: That�s what my teacher says too. (runs out again)

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I can�t even imagine what it must be like to teach a class of 18 3-year-olds. Especially if one of them is running around with his pants around his ankles. Just thinking about it makes me feel woozy. Or maybe it�s the Nyquil talking. Every now and then, my life feels like a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon.

And speaking of Calvin and Hobbes,here is someone who probably needs to find a hobby (scroll down past the registration message).

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