Bouncing back.

You would never know that my son had a surgical procedure done yesterday. The hardest part really was just keeping Munchkin from eating those few hours.

He's now running around like a crazy man, demanding croissants and racing his Matchbox cars along the hardwood floors.

Given that I'm a little depleted from the whole experience, it makes me want to climb into a rocking chair, grab an ear horn and shawl and tell passers-by how youth is totally wasted on the young.