Frank Booth 2.0

Maybe it was the nebulizer. There was nothing on the warning label.  Maybe he was cranky.  He did wake up a little early. Maybe he was just testing his boundaries--kids do that.  But at breakfast this morning, my son yelled, "Yogurt! Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!"

We gave him a time out.

And then: "Shut up! It's Daddy, you shithead! Where's my bourbon?"  That's just not like him.

Maybe it was the nebulizer. I'm just saying.