After a very late night in Second Life with the Queen, Duchess Voom and the various members of the court I woke up even later to my oldest plagued by..........you guessed it.
He has now gone enough that we've put a diaper on him so as to quit throwing away underwear.
In Second Life, no one has ever had Diarrhea, that I can tell.
However, no one there snuggles on my lap and says "I love you Mommy" either.
Because if they did, well that would just be weird.
I am going to see Harry Connick Jr. tonight with Becky, it will probably be my luck that my own ass will start exploding by then, don't you think?