Last night I was at the computer working on the yearbook for Chester’s school (as the late, great Douglas Adams said, “I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”) and I heard Peanut laughing hysterically. As the sound grew closer, it became more distinct.
Vrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . “Hahahahahaha!”
He then walked into the room and said, “Dad, look what I’m doing!” as he pulled up his shirt and gave himself a hickie on his stomach with one of these.