Fun times at the Laid-Off Lair, where Mama is pregnant and sick and Robert is neither pregnant nor sick. Last night, my wife greeted me at the door with a sleepy kiss and hurled herself into bed for a two-hour nap, leaving the boy and me to build and destroy about a dozen Lincoln Log cabins.
As I was leaving this morning, I saw my wife trying to force herself vertical, with mixed results. That's when Robert ran over, extended his arm, and said: "Let me give you a hand, because you are having a hard time because you are sick and very fat because of the baby."
