Just some questions

1) How does one go about cleaning straws well when one does not have a dishwasher?

2) Can I be sure that the child inside me is not going to entirely tear my belly off the front of my body during one of his circus performances?

3) [a series] Why does the chiropractor's receptionist nun wear sunglasses inside the office? And why is she so bad at dealing with Kindred, jumping and screeching a little every time he comes near to share one of his toys with her, then picking up his toys and handing them back to him after he places them on the floor next to his stroller and out of the way? "Here. You don't want to lose this." Lose it? It's right next to him. Is she going to take it? Is this a passive-aggressive threat? And the big question, will I be able to control myself and my sarcasm or will I say something mean to her before the end of my long string of visits? (She's really getting on my nerves.)

4) Is it possible for one to get through the book Guess How Much I Love You? without just crying? (I have not been able to do this, not once. Even on the days I'm feeling particularly strong.)

5) What should I give my child for lunch?

On that note, I'm off to answer question #5, since he's woken up and is starving I'm sure. He's like a bottomless pit these days. Remember how I was just recently lamenting that I couldn't figure out why he wasn't eating anything? Well, put those fears and worries right away. He's like a teenager. The whole way home from the chiro, he sat in the back and wailed that he wanted "Moooorrre Cheeeeesios! Maaaamaaa! Mooooorrrre Cheeeesios!"