March 17th, 2011


Furries ruin everything.

Playing with my two year old son:

I throw a ball. He goes down on all four, gallops after the ball, picks it up with his mouth, turns around, comes back to me still on all four, and drops the ball in my hand, all covered in drool.

I swear nobody taught him that.

And then...

... I stopped my one week old son's crying by rocking him and -- the rocking alone wouldn't do -- singing to him the main theme of Final Fantasy 6.

My sons. :)