Well, Uncle Boogie and Uncle Diggy survived two solid hours with the patented Jason Michel Wrecking Machine. There was some singing, some reading books, some spoonfeeding... but mostly it was banging on shit and throwing giant Legos around the room. It was tons of fun and we didn't even have to throw him out in the snow bank to muffle his crying. By "him" I of course mean Nate. Some highlights:

- We knew that we had struck a chord with a particular game we invented when Jason would start jumping up and down and yelling "boogie diggy boogie diggy boogie diggy!" at the top of his lungs. A simple and pure rewarding feeling that's rare in this complex world of ours.

- At one point, he pointed to the curtains and said "No no no!" We ascertained that he wasn't allowed to play with those curtains when Mommy and Daddy are around. Well guess what, kid? You're with your uncles now. All rules are out the window. Rip that shit down if you want to. Turns out he just wanted to play peekaboo.

- When Keith and Alena came home and asked about how he did, I reported "Well, we taught him some new words: 'brokeback mountain.' Oh, and he's fully toilet trained now."

- That little guy really kicked my biological clock in the ass last night. God damn - evolution is a powerful thing isn't it? (And by "evolution," I am of course referring to intelligent design.)

Maybe I'll find a few wombs amongst which I can spread my seed at the Paradise Lounge this Saturday night. Don't worry, fellas - there's something in it for you as well, as we're playing with Casey Desmond and the Glass Set.