Life is but a dream...

So yesterday zoe and I are shopping at Target and I'm kinda on a holding pattern as far as my mental state. Kinda bored. I start to wake up while I am brousing the baby stuff while zoe looks at clothing. We wander so more and then we go to look at the bassenettes (SP?), rockers and such. I start to play with the bassenettes, grabing both sides of the fold over protecter/privacy/no light things and say things like, "Watch out for the hunger crib!" while I push adn pull the arcs of fabric together and apart. Then, I grab a playpen with a similar thingy on top and say "Oh NO! Here comer the Man Eating Misquetos!!!" doing a similar things as before. I don't know if zoewas amused or not, or even paying attention, but it was fun. I wonder what the Indian couple thought?

Anyway, after I stop I flash forward about 5 - 7 years and can see The Wee One and I running arround, defending our selves from teh moisture seeking aliens (Towels), nose eating spores (Perfume and Laundary soap), and the red coat trolls (Target staff).

*Sigh* can't wait. ; ]

Who needs to wait until the 40s for the second childhood?