I think I need to install parental controls on my computer.
I’m pretty sure Dylan has been reading The Bloggess.
Which would be cool, if he was 30 and I could pretend he has no idea what a vagina was.
Maybe I’m just a prude.
Anyway, the other night he ended up in bed with us.
And I swear to fucking god he yelled out “SCARECROWS!” in his sleep.
And EVERYONE knows that scarecrows are pretty much the 4 year old equivalent to Wolverines.
So, The Bloggess will now be blocked to those who don’t know the password (which will be: “Squidvaginaone-eyed-pirates-named-Stevelabiabeaverflashasianneighbor“, which is thanks to Houston, in case you need to know it)
Because, really, I don’t want to have to deal with explaining fisting to my preschooler.