In which he demystifies his blog but increases his chances of getting into heaven

Jenn was most perplexed that I would bother to explain her Wallace in Wonderland post but not the name of this blog, especially with such a potentially scandalous title.

For some time now, when bathtime is over, Dee Dee demands to be wrapped in her towel like a baby. Whatever parent has supervised the bath then carries her out to the other and coos something to the effect of "(Mama/Papa), look what I found! A cute baby!!!" and then Dee Dee makes her patented "baby sound" (phonetically I guess it would be "Heeoo heeoo" but it sounds more charming than that). It's all very silly and a fascinating facet of her not being able to decide whether she'd rather be a big girl or a pampered infant.

Since this Christmas was the first where Dee Dee started to become more aware of traditions (other than opening presents), she had the nativity story explained to her (the tale itself, not the recent motion picture starring that 16 year old whale ridin' hooah). One evening this holiday season she had a bath and afterwards thoughtfully asked me to "Wrap me up and call me Jesus."

It may sound filthy and sacrilegious, but that's really all there is to it.