"Babies," I tell them, "Don't be such babies." They do not listen.

I don't mind terribly. Ten-month-olds are somewhat annoying, but children are like taxes: they only get worse. Unless you're in Portland; it's property tax that'll get you there.

Now would be a good time to celebrate Pants-Down Friday except that my mother has the day off from teaching for some reason. Also, Pants-Down Friday has been very difficult to explain to Child Protective Services.

Oh, of course! Today is Good Friday, the anniversary of the very First Ever Pants-Down Friday. It is also the weekend of Pants-Down Sunday, a festive day when everyone gets together for the big Easter Pants Hunt. The Easter Pants Hunt involves searching for brightly colored pants that we hide around the yard and house. It's a good time and well worth the effort of dyeing all those pairs of pants.

Uh-oh, Joshua's trying to dunk his Oreo cookie in the dog water. Gotta go.