After moving three things out of the scary box in SJ’s room (to non-places in the library), I’ve read some of the Neal Pollack book. I’m going to be an alterna-dad. You can’t because you don’t smoke and drink and you can’t sing. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!! Sucker! Have fun with the bottles of breast milk. I’ll FedEx them from my tour stops and keep the receipts for tax writeoffs. Better yet I’ll send you the receipts.