Alvin's back from Tulsa! Maybe I should pack him a bigger lunch to hold him over until he gets home from work.
Whenever Alvin hugs me and our bellies hit first, I think,
"Whoa! Alvin's getting a pot!" Then I correct myself, "Oh yeah, that's me." And this squirmy little boy inside me! Only 4 more months to his birthday.
By the way, I don't think Alvin could lose his six-pack if he tried.