Yep, that's my boy...

This morning, as I lounged on the couch, trying to drown out the episode of Connie the Cow on the TV by playing chess on the GameBoy I purloined from Abbey, I saw Nik stand up on the other end of the couch and scoot to the very edge, knees slightly bent, at the ready for, well, something.

Nik: Three...two...one...GO!
Me: What'cha doin', buddy?
Nik: I'm playing Fear Factor!

Between that, the day care situation, and his newly-discovered talent for blowing spit bubbles, I'm a rather worried Dad. And that was before he started throwing up today...