I got home a little earlier than usual today, offering me the chance to party with the kids a little bit before dinner. As I was changing into my wrasslin' clothes, my wife came into the room beaming ear to ear and holding a sheet of paper--a list of the names and addresses of the parents of Robert's preschool classmates. We looked at each other, knowing our task was clear:
"Let the Googling begin!"
You know, just in case any of my son's new friends are being raised by freaks.