Mojo told me this morning that he wanted to make a poop so large that it would poke out of someone else's toilet.

I found this quite ambitious on its own -- even without his added goal that someone be sitting on that toilet when this happened.

I told this to my co-worker and his only response was, "And this is after you cut off the cable TV?"

Makes me think I should turn the service back on -- this kid's brain is a little too active.

Right now I'm blasting some old (it's old already!) Leftfield on the stereo downstairs and for some reason it's making me think of Thanksgiving 2006 when Merle and Ree joined me in the kitchen of Berea-Rose and we suddenly fell into a spontaneous symphony of celebratory food-prep -- as if we'd been making the sausage stuffings and squash soups as a team our whole lives. Reemus and Marlo: you are the coolest cousins.

And Mojo is one messed up kid.