I promise not to prattle on about my kid, but I wanted to thank everyone from the FrontBurner Nation who sent me a note of congratulations on the newest addition to the Rogers household. My in box overfloweth.
You’d think being a parent for the second time would be easier by several orders of magnitude. Not so. It’s amazing how many things you forget in six years. Scatology, for instance. “What color was it? Was it like mustard? Did it have, like, seed-looking things in it?” Oh, it’s fun stuff.