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My son informed me this morning that for the rest of his life, he'll no longer be answering to Tommy. Instead, he'll only answer to Dash. You know, like from The Incredibles? He watched it at a friend's house this weekend and hasn't stopped talking about it since. I'd almost be worried about this new obsession if all his running up and down the front hallway as fast as he possibly can wasn't so unbelievably adorable. And helpful, too. There's no way he's not taking a nap this afternoon!
I tolja he was a brat. Are you kidding me? "Tolja?" That's not even a word, Jason! It is where I'm from! Ugh, I'm so tempted to bust out a Pulp Fiction quote right now, but that really would be insane. So just. Shut up, please.