No way to fix this...

This week was a seminary intensive week for me (I head to St Paul for a week of class time). When I get to the airport, I like to get through security as soon as possible and just chill out on the other side. I'm normally pretty prepared for the security checkpoint - all loose stuff is zipped in my jacket pocket, laptop is out, liquids are out. This week was no different - well, almost no different. In my effort to be speedy, I forgot to take out my liquids from my carry-on bag. This flags your bag for a personal hand search.

As the TSA agent, a guy in his 20s, went through my bag, he took out my toiletry bag and started going through it. I didn't realize toothpaste was considered a liquid. I also didn't realize I hadn't emptied the bag from the last time we traveled with our boys. As he emptied the bag, he pulled out a tube of Boudreaux's Butt Paste. A parent would know that it's a great product used for diaper rash. Judging by the way he looked at me, he wasn't a parent...

Aedan's Mad Naming Skills

Aedan has always been a kid with his own firmly held opinion. It applies to his naming skills as well. Both my boys have named their stuffed animals. Lately Aedan's naming conventions have taken a latin flair (lots of names). He just received 2 Webkinz for Easter (a puppy from Mom & Dad and a duck from his cousin). He named the puppy "Crawly Stick-Up Puppy Head." When he opened the duck, he immediately called it "Afquack" and later added "Afquack Quackity-Qwack Cracka Quackity Quack." I suggested the "Cracka" portion; I also suggested ending with Homeslice only for Aedan to adamantly say, "No, Daddy, Homeslice is not a name!" He ended up naming the duck "Afquack Google."