We mention some baby stuff about a family friend and - of course - the big chop gets a nod when the comment about us certainly not having any more babies is made. My reply? "oh yes... well now that the sperm count is in and clearly says that there are no lil'swimmers... I'm basically a sex object." My dad keeps eating his soup. My mom cracks up... Z raises an eyebrow... and I think about it for a second. I mean, now it (ol'smoothy) is basically a toy now...
hehe... Funny that... 'cause "Howdy Howdy Howdy... Look, I'm Woody" comes to mind again.