Jorge tells me all the time that he is scared to have children with me. Well, actually he is not scared to have a girl, but he is terrified of having a son. He is convinced I would torture our real son like I do our 4 legged ones.

First we have Brody, the cross dresser, who will not go out in the grass if it is wet or still has dew on it in the morning. He has a fear of getting his paws dirty…I wish I were kidding.

And then we have Benny, who’s favorite toy is a pink and yellow feather…despite Jorge trying to make him love the blue or green one. Who loves to help cook. And has an obsession with face cream.

…I guess I see his point.