Well, if you can believe it, I have survived three years under my parents' inept care. And I have thrived. Proving that what doesn't kill you, you will have an opportunity to kill later in life.
We'll be partying up at the Little Gym later today, if you care to join us. My crew and I will be rocking out, bounce-housin', watching our dads hit on the tasty trim that works there, and generally going apeshit while high on juice boxes, birthday cake, and Goldfish.
Oh, and cover charge is 1 awesome present. None of that Go Diego Go crap, either. Protecting the rain forest is for *%$$^!$.
That is all...