just swinging around and having a mellow eleven-and-a-half-month-old time, when about fifty ten-year-olds on some sort of day camp trip invaded our scene and started playing tag. Fifty people playing tag! Pandemonium! The Nut sat on my lap and clung to me. All these kids were screaming their guts out for twenty minutes or so before the head supervisor blew a whistle and started herding them toward their buses. One of the sub-supervisors was wandering around looking like Ron Jeremy and he came up to me.
Ron Jeremy: “I seem to have lost some of my children.”Me: “Well, don’t look at me, I don’t have them.”
R.J., considering my tits (and believe me, they looked a lot better before I gave them over to nine months of breastfeeding): “That’s okay, I didn’t really like them anyway.”
Remind me not to send the Nut to this day camp.