I was surfing along the Interwebs this afternoon when I suddenly noticed how the silent the apartment had become. Adults at the Laid-Off Lair greet daytime silence with trepidation, because it usually means the boys are Up To Something. Like that one time my wife found Robert filling a cushioned mailing envelope with water and dumping it on TwoBert's head.
When we are confronted with daytime silence, the best-case scenario is that Robert is sitting on the toilet. So I wandered past the bathroom and there he was, his nose buried in Curious George Takes a Job. He looked up and asked me to close the door, because "I need my privacy, is the thing."
As a blogger who doesn't splash his real name around, I take privacy very seriously. Which is why I wouldn't ask you to take this BlogAds survey unless it was 1) short and 2) completely anonymous. It's also supposed to be about momblogs, but they e-mailed me so I guess we fathers have been sucked into the matriarchical rubric. Too bad. I was feeling so masculine today.