I suppose I could start and end this blog with that, and I have a feeling all of you would understand. Say it with me -- in half laughter, half did-he-really-just-do-that? Oh, Paul.
In his defense, Paul does have a point. Jackpot does love to spend some "private time" in Paul's closet, and he usually leaves a present of the odorous variety behind. But it's not like I trained Jackpot to do that. I definitely never said “Jackpot, not in Mommy’s closet. Go in Daddy's!" It's more like I just haven't been able to spend a lot of time teaching Jackpot not to do that. I know, I know. I have to discipline him more (Jackpot, not Paul. Then again. . .). Any tips to help me out with him (Jackpot or Paul, take your pick) would be much appreciated. Bear in mind that there are three things you can count on -- death, taxes, and that Jackpot is going to have a mind of his own. The problem is that I'm a little amused by it. He's just so cute, you know? (Jackpot, not Paul. Fine, fine. Paul, too.)
OK, onto the rest.