...bibs. I wish every place would give out bibs!
...how serious conversations can end with me in a fit of uncontrollable laughing. We were walking down the street as Brett tried to explain how he hadn't been able to sleep for the past few nights. Somewhere amongst his reenactment of the screaming woman next door that was either having lots of fun or being murdered, the crazy possums outside his window that sounded like Predator (complete with 'clicking' sounds) and made him think aliens were invading, to his projectile vomiting from bad pasta, I lost it and was in hysterics!