As I write this Phent is in the washing machine. Charlie had a blowout in his crib last night and since Phent is never far from Charlie's side, he got a little poop on him. When I mentioned it to Ryan (on the phone when I called and told him I would be buying a new TV today because the NBC premiers are on tomorrow and our TV doesn't GET NBC at all now) he said "OHHH! Poor Phent!" Ryan should know better than to personify Charlie's toys around me. I immediately felt like a jerk and pictured his black plastic eyes looking up at me as I sprinkled him with Tide and the closed the li... let's not go there.
He better by dry by naptime is all I'm saying.