It's Ralph!

He's just BARELY cute enough to get off the hook for

making a 'mess' all over my garage last night!

I will say this - for sure:

Stepping barefoot in puppy poo is NEVER a good way to start your day!

giving in to the pressure... its a "strange" thing...

Okay here is a "STRANGE" story...

Driving in my car - tater-tot in the back... I'm in my own little world until:

Tot: That's strange.... (a few minutes later) that's strange... (and again) that's strange...
(I glance over my shoulder - he's looking out the window at very 'normal' countryside...)
Me: Do you know what that word means?
Tot: No... what does it mean?
Me: Well, strange means... weird.
Tot: Strange is bad?
Me: No, its not bad... its just different.
Tot: I won't say it any more...
Me: No, baby, you can say strange, its not a bad word... I just want you to understand what it means...
Tot: oh...
Me: Strange means different... not the same as something else... uhmm... if you had 5 brown puppies and one white puppy the white puppy would be strange, because he's different from the brown puppies.
Tot: I want a puppy.
Me: No, the puppy is just so I can explain... strange is just anything that's different from other things... its not bad, its just different.
Tot: Can I put a white puppy named Strange in my back yard?
Me: No, we already have a puppy in our yard.
Tot: where is the white puppy?
Me: There is no white puppy...
Tot: (sounding like he might cry) but I love him...
Me (under my breath) I give up...

And I still don't think he really understands what strange means...

I hope the story lived up to your anticipation of it...