See, it's like this. :-D Sean had dropped his pacifier and he was already cranky and started fussing (it was hot out and we were just about done a whole bunch of errands). And so I went to pick up the binky and this ... frat boy ... who must have been on drugs, or something, he wasn't acting at all normally, you know? said to me "let me tell you something." And I'm like, okay, whatever, sure... and he says "don't be afraid to be too hard on him - because it sucks when you're a baby and you're twenty five. Just " (and here he did this random karate kick) "you know, don't be afraid to tell him who's boss." And I'm like "okay." (Humor the crazy person time) and went back to get the rest of my vegetables, and that was that. I would have totally been creeped out a LOT more except that we were in broad daylight on a crowded street corner, Sean was harnessed and attatched to my wrist, and the people at the fruit stand all know me. Still, creepy as hell.

Yes, he LOVES Madonna. Especially the new album. :-D We listen to that about three times in your average day.