As we approach the new year, I only hope that we never lose sight of one thing - that this thread was all started by a refillable mug and a fork in my son's left buttock. My son is a symbol of love. He popped out of a Big Gulp and into my life... at a time when business fortunes were at lowest ebb and moon pies seemed out of reach. Born of necessity, the little snowflake literally freed us of sadness. He provided a means for expanding his own waist line. All I ever intended for him or expected of him was that he should continue to make people everywhere chuckle with him. We didn't burdon him with schoolwork, manners, or good diet habits. My son is simply an extra large personality assigned to the purposes of spreading joy and laughter for always.
Don't stiffle your children, let them be the sloth, er um, I mean the person they are!!
Let's all raise our glasses and thank our host Wall-E, the original Dis Dad and schemer of fabulous threads! 
