I am tickled by the thought that almost every paper in America had "DEEP THROAT!" written across it in a hyperbolic type font. Anyone new to the country might think there's been a widespread fellatio epidemic.
I sincerely hope a new informant will be inspired by Deep Throat's story and leak information about this current administration. And I hope he refers to himself as Filthy Sanchez.
I'm also amused by one of the brownstones Robert and I pass on the way home from the park. It's clean and meticulously well-kept, but its front facade features concrete gargoyles, a row of grotesque marble statuettes depicting the seven deadly sins, and a sign with "Un-Welcome" scrawled across it over the door. (Robert often asks to walk by "the building with the lizards on it.") There 's also a handwritten poster on the front window advertising a two-bedroom floor-through apartment for rent over the summer. It's been up for a few weeks now, so I wonder if they're curious why no one's jumping at the chance to live above Weirdly Gruesome.
As Team LOD settles into foursomehood, the boys continue to exhibit interesting new bits of behavior. Robert is becoming fixated on his friend Sadie, whom he often says he "loves." No play date can end without a hug and a kiss for her. Healthy enough, I suppose, since you have to feel love to express it. But lately the two of them have made their relationship exclusive, often telling interlopers that "you can't play here" and "you're not our friend anymore" and reducing the unfortunate third wheel to tears. Today, he saw Sadie on the swings and almost yanked the kid swinging next to her down to the pavement. This is a phase that will hopefully 1) pass quickly and/or 2) be excellent fodder at their rehearsal dinner.
TwoBert is far less interesting, since his two main talents are clusterfeeding and staring cross-eyed into space. However, he also hoots in his sleep, which is about the cutest thing ever.
